They’re out there, aren’t they? Difficult people. Sometimes you can walk away. Sometimes you can leave them behind. Sometimes, because they’re family or a next-door neighbor – they’re going to be part of your life until the end of days – or until you move. In any case, whether brief or excruciatingly lengthy – you have to deal with them.
We get to a certain age and think the world might stop asking so much of us. But I’m finding it doesn’t. There are always things and people and schedules that pull at us. They just change over time. One of the most important things I’ve learned though, is that growing up doesn’t mean leaving behind who I am. I love what David Lynch has to say on this subject: We think we understand the rules when we become adults, but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination. Don’t let it happen to you.
Whew! Seriously – we have on average, 50,000 thoughts a day, and 90 some percent of them are the same we had the day before and without care, they’ll be mostly the same tomorrow. That’s like carrying the same grocery bags back and forth and back and forth from the car to the garage to the kitchen and then back out again, over and over. What can we do to get out of the mindless cycle? Be mindful. If we’re present and paying attention, we see what the universe is showing us. When we’re creating something, we’re present. When we’re
What keeps you from walking outside and letting the outdoors embrace you with its magic? Nothing? Great! It’s a powerful dose of medicine to be outdoors (I never understand walking on a treadmill looking out the window at a beautiful day on the other side of the glass).
“For the first time in my life, I didn’t have any friends.” This was the opening sentence of a magazine article I read last week. I could totally relate. Having just moved to a new state, I literally, have no girlfriends here. Not one. Nada. Zero.
You can’t make up this stuff. One day, a few Septembers ago, when I worked a couple days a week behind the desk of an RV Park, where I was often amazed and puzzled, saddened or simply weary of the things people said to me (captive as I was) I jotted down their remarks as soon as they turned to leave; opening statement only. Without finishing the conversations than ensued, you get the gist. Without filter or embellishment, this represents a couple hours of what filled the page, each line a different guest: I don’t mean to complain but you
How do you express yourself creatively? Maybe in many forms. What excites you and comes easily to you?
Well, Thanksgiving is over and you know what that means…..the official start of the holiday season. If you can post these words somewhere, they can be a great reminder that will guide your holidays.
Just look at the detail in this quilt square. I’m impressed with the shadow and depiction of movement. It was aptly named, “Bounce.” Are you old enough to remember Superballs? Those tie-dyed looking colored balls that came out in the late 60s/early 70s that bounced “super” high with the lightest drop? As a kid, I was amazed and had some fun with those. Such little things and yet so much motion. The woman (from Puyallup, Washington) who created this quilt, wrote:
I have friends who have lived in the same city all of their lives and these same friends tend to have children who live in the same place (how lucky for them). I’m in awe of this.