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.
And every day the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this. And this. And this. And this.” And every day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it in on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.” -Iain Thomas
I had a physical therapist, specializing in myofascial massage tell me I had the tightest fascia he’d ever worked on. It would have been nice to have had the tightest something else here or there on my body he’d ever worked on, but alas, it was my myofascia. Apparently, this is not a good thing.