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Dropped a Leaf
There’s one sound no plant lover wants to hear. It’s when a leaf drops from an indoor tree and lands on the floor. It’s the quietest thud to be so alarming. Sometimes, it’s normal because the leaf has aged to the point of letting go, but more often than not it means they’re not happy…
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Just for Fun
Jacob Nordby posted this and they’re fun, so I wanted to share. When you gaze at the letters, what words jump out at you? Some of mine are Grow, Flow, Manifest, Rest, Slowdown, Surrender and Transform. The longer you look, the more you’ll see. What words rise up to you? Feature Photo by Daiga Ellaby…
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The Age of Endless Possibilities
I have a tendency to go, ‘all-in’, on whatever I choose to do, but thankfully, with age, I’m reminded there are steps. Learning something new in reverse is where I find myself with watercolors, but I had to relax and soften my ‘can do’ attitude. I got reeled in on Instagram by a watercolor book…
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The Most Sacred Phase
It felt like coming home after being away for months, or at the very least, sliding my feet into my favorite pair of fuzzy slippers at the end of a long day. Over the weekend, the desk returned to the writing room and I sat down, gazed out the window in hopes of seeing a…
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Clean and Clear
I was familiar with the noise coming from the corner of the bedroom, and trying to focus my gaze toward that area, I didn’t see anything, but could hear it. Glancing at the double windows it wasn’t even light outside, so this clicking sound had pulled me from a deep slumber. I dozed in and…
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Let Them Stay Hidden
Before 10 am there’s plenty of shade in the backyard and usually a nice breeze is in those shaded areas that feels almost cool to my skin. Standing in front of the Shrimp Plant, spraying it gently with water I realize it’s putting on quite the show. Admiring it’s beauty, I noticed a tiny, orange…
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Shifts Equal Change
I did something recently that I didn’t see coming. I moved the desk out of my writing room and placed it in the den. It wasn’t being used where it sat, because that room is too hot in the summer. The plants are happy in there, however, I wasn’t, so now we’re facing a wall…
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Grow in Grace
This week I felt like a superhero in my backyard. In May, I purchased a hanging basket from a friend who works at a garden center and the vine grew like mad. When I first brought it home, it had a pretty, pink bloom, but only bloomed that one time. It didn’t take long to…
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Rise and Shine
Over the weekend, I was in a meeting and a woman shared that she spends the first 3 hours of the day nurturing her soul. It didn’t phase me, but she received a lot of blank stares as if her comment was unfathomable. Over a year ago, I started doing the same thing and it’s…
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The Long Stop
Last week, I began seeing a new therapist. The one I started seeing last June, became more of a friend than a guide, which is okay, but once that line is crossed, a change is good. I’m pretty sure my new therapist doesn’t know what to do with me yet. She sends me worksheets to…
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A Box of Thoughts
First thing in the morning, I feel a need to stay in my own little world for a while before connecting with people. I tend not to speak until after 9, or 10 am, but not from a lack of words. I let all of them fall to the page through the keys of my…
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A Safe Haven
I’ve never spent any time in my backyard. All of the planning and planting is usually poured into the front, but this year that changed. One reason was the back porch/deck was falling apart and wasn’t safe to stand on, much less use, so I began talking with my landlord about it and sent him…
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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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