Tag: #mindfulness
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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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The Fence
In December, a company I work with offers a mindful practice called, Sacred Bow, to all it’s members. I’m honored to host it again this year, but the thing about hosting is, I want to know how to encourage others, so that means partaking in the practice. The first step is to review our year,…
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Learning to Rest
Recently, I took a 30-day hiatus from Blogging to give my words a rest. That’s what I’m learning about and it’s spilling over into other areas of my life. I’m even reading books about rest because I’ve never been good at it, but want to be. Rest doesn’t mean napping the day away, but I…
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A Sacred Space
You must have a room, or a certain hour of the day, or so where you do not know what is in the morning paper. A place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are, and what you might be. At first, you may find nothing’s happening, but if you have a…
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What a Saturday Morning Feels Like
I did something this morning that I haven’t done in a very long time. I sat down in one of the overstuffed Parson chairs, grabbed my red throw to cover my legs and read a few pages from a book that’s laying on my table of books. I believe a writer should be surrounded by…
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Slow is Free
I was walking the neighborhood, and saw some friends outside, so stopped to say hello. One had a question about tea filters, and the best method for loose-leaf teas. When describing the type bag I use, her husband began nodding his head, like he could envision what I’d described. He said, “I’ll just order some…
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The First Hour
The dogs know when they see me flip over the sand timer, I’m going to tap the keys for 30 minutes. That’s how long the sand will run, and about as long as I’m good sitting in one spot. I remember when I first started Blogging, I could sit here for hours, and the posts…
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It’s Just Beginning
I put clean sheets on my bed this morning, but not my daughter’s. It’s the little things that reveal our lives are separating. We raise them to be independent, but frown when they’re independent with Momma. Today, I smiled. I’m happy my daughter is 20 years old. My ‘raising her’ days are over, but she’s…
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Slowly and Suddenly
This mum was given to me weeks ago. I was told if it didn’t bloom right, to let them know. The store selling them has had returns and complaints. How do you bloom right? When my daughter brought it home, it was wrapped in plastic, bone dry and the buds were shut tight. I began…
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Teach Them Kindness
My daughter’s Jeep got hit, but it can take it. She was pulling into a parking lot with a car in front of us. There was plenty of parking, but the car in front decided to park at the same time as my daughter. They pulled into a space side by side. The stranger’s passenger…
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The Right Amount
One evening I was craving macaroni and cheese. I looked at my favorite recipe, and went to the kitchen to see if I had what was needed. It looked promising. As I was pouring each ingredient into the pan, I was amazed by having the right amount of each. This wasn’t planned by be, but…
