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 →
The solo search is necessary for someone whose chameleon pattern since birth was to follow. It’s a subconscious pattern of following others, join a group, to try to fit in even when I suspect I don’t, or at least feel like I don’t. The pattern weaves through my entire life, in all my relationships. Is... 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 →
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 →
Personal Blogging Evolution of blogging has gone far from where it began. I want to honor and respect the original intention of blogs before businesses evolved it to a marketing gimmick and advertising medium. It’s about openly sharing our unique thoughts and experiences, not just writing something clever to promote your business. Well, I don’t have 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 →
I grab the yoga mat I inherited from Linda Esser and head out the door in her yoga pants. I only used them for lounging until now. It feels weird to be in public in lounge pants. The Heart Center Studio is my third ever Yoga class. It’s my first time to experience it as... Continue Reading →
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 →
Thank God for the lovely outpouring of birthday wishes on Thursday. I was still in a depressive funk, but I continued to go through the motions of celebrating in every way The Universe provided. I watched the negativity in my thoughts and allowed them to play out long enough to realize it is nothing I... Continue Reading →
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