Tag: living solo
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The $100 Hose
I’m of the opinion that plants don’t like to be alone. The two I have sitting on the rusted cart in my studio are so happy sitting side by side and even though they’re completely different, they enhance one another. They grow at a steady pace and I just finished repotting one of them for…
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A Place to Land
Julia Cameron says, “You don’t have to be in the ‘mood’ to write…just write.” I know there are words that want to be written, but they seem far away. Living solo it’s easy to slip into these quiet phases, but for a writer it can also be dangerous. There’s a stack of cards by Sacred…
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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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The Hard Things
There’s this crazy looking oil painting that I’ve had for a decade and up until today, it was sitting in the give away pile. I’ve heard this phrase most of my life and as I’ve aged these words are still needed, but in a softer way. It asks a question, but how the words are…
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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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A Complete Prayer
I’m listening to a book by Julia Cameron entitled, “Seeking Wisdom”, which reveals how her circle of friends and she talk to God. If you’re not familiar with Julia’s writing she describes God as Good, Orderly, Direction and each of us relate to God, or a higher power, in our own way, but it made…
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For the Birds
I wonder if the birds are continually confused by my yard, or if they see it as a great adventure? This morning, I noted, “I enjoy rearranging things outside as much as inside”, but once you move a birdbath, it takes days for them trust the new location. The hummingbirds are as quick witted as…
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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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Uncross Our Legs
I was taught at a very young age to cross my legs when seated and this became an automatic action throughout my life. Working from home, whenever I sit down my right leg would instinctively cross over my left and stay there. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed one morning while getting out of…
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The Right Choice
One month later, I moved Rumi out of my bedroom because it was inconvenient sharing my space. I got tired of moving him to function and he didn’t look happy. Plants need to be around energy, so I moved him to the front of the house, which ironically is where he landed when I first…
