A new love has come into my life. Might have been nice if it had been a man (maybe… that’s another post * I mean, I’m not anti-man or anything * it’s just that I keep forgetting to seek out people to date * shit, I’m getting off track) but nope… it’s a dog. I met her months before… a happy, healthy sweetheart of girl prancing opposite my fence line wanting very much to play with my dogs. Continue reading
They – the people who perpetuate stuff like this – say that whatever you’re doing at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve is what you’ll be doing the rest of the year. I’m sure they didn’t mean this literally but instead as a suggestion to be doing something you want to be doing as you ring in a new year. So, here I am, sitting at my computer, writing a little something that may or may not be read by another living soul but that doesn’t matter one damn bit to me. I like writing. I like sharing what I think about what is going on around me. I like looking at my thoughts on a page – perspective is offered. Continue reading
One of my favorite podcasts is The Good Life Project, created by Jonathon Fields. I love hearing about people I would otherwise never know about like Tina Roth Eisenberg, a successful entrepreneur who makes fun a priority and does all kinds of neat, cool things to delight her customers. This was straight on the heels of a conversation I had with a friend about his job. And a comment I heard from my boss that suggested that he might like one way of making money over another. All of this made me wonder, why is some work considered fun and other work considered awful? Boring? Soul sucking? (That sounds kinda painful.)
I was at an art show, talking with someone I hadn’t seen in a while. Catching up. She asked how I was doing and what I was up to these days… I think I started riffing, semi-coherently about the Three Principles (note to self: do not attempt to discuss what can sound like esoteric concepts in noisy, crowded environments). Then I said that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue 1 on 1 coaching because I thought people were tedious. Or maybe I qualified it with some people are tedious. Like that would make all the fucking difference?! Continue reading
A little over a year ago, I realized that I lived where I live because I had followed my ex here. Life changed a whole lot and free to explore other options, I gave myself the assignment of looking around to see if I really wanted to stick around. I love nature, green landscapes, enjoy biking and I’m a creative type which help narrow my search criteria for possibilities. I found lots of places I would love to visit but none of the cities I investigated tempted me to move house. I discovered that yeah, I actually like where I am. Continue reading
We know everything we need to. To rise. To excel. To be who we wish to be. There are no secrets. No doorways that some are barred from crossing while others – with the right password, i.e. money, position, education, etc. – are granted access. We each have everything necessary available to us, all the time to be the humans we wish to be.
There are books and movies and people who are smart and knowledge we can learn. Teachers are everywhere. All that is required is a desire for our own rich human experience. Ours. Mine. Yours. Not theirs. Not someone else’s. Ours. Continue reading
Life is a multi-layered thing… And considering I just wrote about rich layers of happiness but forgot about that until I wrote “multi-layered”, well… that’s just funny!
Or maybe it’s only funny to me…. Moving on.
The last three or four weeks have included a rather stressful component Continue reading
I’m taking an online painting class. Did I mention that? Probably not… But I am loving this class. It is with Flora Bowley and it is all about brave, intuitive painting. Right up my alley in every way.
We’ve gotten to the part of our class where we are adding imagery to our paintings. Mind you, this doesn’t have to be recognizable imagery – it can be shapes or colors or whatever. Total creative license. All I have to do is put some paints on my pallet and let go.
Can you guess what I am about to say? Continue reading