Changing one’s name is an interesting phenomenon. I have done it a few times in my life. Not always did I tell all, or the most compelling reasons. After all, what anyone knows about anybody else is only their illusion of who we are. Barbara Grace Schadt at 1 year At birth I was named... Continue Reading →
NOTE: This is the last post in a series of 12 that began on Jan. 2, 2017. I have no doubt I will again feel the wind beneath my wings and fly high. With tenacity I honor whatever this current nymphean stage is, until it leads me where I need to go. It’s another phoenix rising. This... Continue Reading →
What is this place where I suspend judgments and beliefs? If curiosity is more valuable than passion, at least my questions might move me forward. I stay long in this space of re-evaluating or assessing everything in my life, both internally and externally. The flat emotional plane is necessary for objectivity. Enough of my life... Continue Reading →
Writer turned philosopher and life coach is what Elizabeth Gilbert seems to have become. I listened to Krista Tippett interview Liz about Choosing Curiosity Over Fear. Browsing online I discovered ten years later Liz is divorced from the love of her life she met in Bali at the end of Eat Pray Love. She has partnered with a... Continue Reading →
Do I write to keep myself company, make a record for memories that fade and distort with time, or to have a conversation with myself in hopes I can find solutions to my problems? Do I just ramble on and download some thoughts since there’s no one to talk to? Are memories just heirlooms of illusion? A... Continue Reading →
Grateful for whatever few days in the house I have alone, but if it lasts too long I get into fear and worry about money. I was reminded to practice my mantra, More than I need is already here and I have enough to share. The last month helped me break past an internal barrier of not wanting... Continue Reading →
After only one week of posts I don’t want to abandon the blog completely. I’ve been going through my days, but boring myself. No point in boring others. The idea is being human; let it flow without obligation. Sometimes a flow is suspended or interrupted, diverted for whatever reasons. I won’t force myself into a... Continue Reading →
Day two the depression fog rolls in, metaphorically and physically. It’s foggy, wet, dreary and dark this morning. I don’t feel like writing, maybe because I wrote a long time yesterday. Browsing past New Year's journal entries as far back as I have digital files, that was enough digging to notice I don’t want to do... Continue Reading →
...With no particular reason, thought or ah-ha, in a moment everything changes yet nothing changes. Somehow I see the whole world in an entirely different way even though it is exactly the same. I simultaneously see it from the same perspective yet from a higher perspective...
Who will I be if I let go of my stories? Writers attract and create stories. Who will we be if we try to have a conversation without telling each other our stories? What will we talk about? Concepts, principles, wisdom, lessons, but sometimes it is the story that illustrates to give a clear understanding.... Continue Reading →
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