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Cathedral of Calm
I opened the front door and stood in the doorway, breathing in the remnants of our early morning rain. The thunder didn’t awaken me at 5am…it was Denver standing at the front of the house, whimpering that pulled me from my slumber. A mother’s radar is always on, even with four-legged children. Slipping my feet…
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Pajamas All Day
The dogs went wild, running and barking at the front door. I didn’t hear a sound while reading The Creative Cure, by Jacob Nordby and hadn’t realized it was after 10:00 am. The mail lady was dropping off my third and last pair of sneakers. Of course, I’m still wearing my pajamas, fuzzy robe and…
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Life’s Little Detail’s
I’m still enamored by the vintage lamp , so the story continues. While leaving the shop, I noticed the shade wobbling and it was missing it’s finial to secure the shade in place. The man working there took an old metal cap from another lamp and placed in on mine. It was kind of him,…
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Full of Stories
I was standing in front of the double windows of my writing room peering through the glass and into the foggy morning. It was dark, so I reached down to retrieve the box of matches, pulled one out, struck it against the piece of sandpaper on the side of the box and lit a candle…
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Back in Place
Sunday morning, my house felt messy, but I knew it would seem that way because of how I left it the night before. I used to spend the weekends cleaning, but no more. There’s 5 other days of the week to clean for the weekend to stay sacred. I’m thinking about how everything has it’s…
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The Oxygen Mask
It’s 8:30 am and I’ve been sitting at this desk since 7, giving quick glances toward the clock hanging on the wall. Morning pages are complete and I’m sipping a cup of instant Espresso while listening to a book by Robin Sharma entitled, “The Everyday Hero”. Hearing his voice read the book soothes my soul…
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An Actual Letter
I write to bring peace and calm to the weary soul, if only for a couple of minutes. I’ve been thinking a lot in general about peace and joy. My therapist is helping me uncover joy and she asked, “What sparks your joy?” You see, joy dwells in the heart, so I had to really…
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The Draft Folder
It’s not enjoyable for me to have an overflowing draft folder on this blogsite, but then again I don’t like clutter and a collection of drafts feels like clutter. This year I began experimenting with doing things differently and the draft folder was one of them, so maybe you’ll find this helpful. We never know…
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Someday
I’ve been reading a book recommended by my therapist entitled, The One Thing, and it was written by a local Realtor. In Texas everyone has heard of the Realty company, Keller-Williams, but I didn’t realize Gary Keller had a writer in him. Now, granted, he shares a lot about business and leadership, but there’s this…
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The Story Room
October is my birthday month, but my actual birthday was Monday, the 14th. I took the week off work and it wasn’t as difficult as imagined, but I missed it some. This showed me that I love what I do and get paid to do what I love. My daughter and her boyfriend came to…
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Trees
It’s still dark outside while writing this, but that’s okay. In about 30 minutes, the morning light will come streaming though these windows. One of the few things we know about a new day is the sun will rise and set. I realized something interesting about my studio space. There are three plants in the…
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Pen to Paper
I was speaking with a colleague at work and after we had the business part resolved, he asked, “Are you still writing morning pages?” I told him that I’m writing everyday, but had slacked off on the morning pages and he sighed. Oh, I have a box labeled, “Morning Pages 2024”, but at some point,…
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Moments Like These
I’ve been invited to join a church, so I went to a meeting to listen to the vision of the church and the direction they’re headed in. I haven’t been to a meeting like this in 20 years, but enjoyed it and we’ll see where it leads. Like the meme we’ve talked about says, I’ve…
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Full of Thanks
Hearing the rain made me thankful I followed my heart the day before by lighting a fire in the firepit. I’d been wanting to light one all week, but it’s either been too windy, or rainy to light it. There was a pile of sticks inside the pit collected from the yard over the summer…
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The Winter Bloom
This morning, I watched the sunrise out the window of my writing room. I never knew my daughter’s old room had the best view of the sunrise until now and it was a magical sight. There are some plants in here preparing for a winter bloom. I don’t have much use for house plants, but…
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