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Tuesday, August 1, 2017 at 7:52 AM The cawing crows know the truth that lies beneath and speak it aloud with their foul-mouthed calls. The wasps that gnaw on my back porch whisper about more hidden details waiting to be uncovered.
Saturday, December 10, 2016 at 6:35 PM Excerpt #2 from 2016 Self-Crafted Writing Retreat in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia
Bali, Darkness, Seasons, SoulStrolling, pilgrimage Friday, August 19, 2016 at 8:06 AM "The moon and I call each other moon." Kabir
Playing Tricks - If Mother Moon wants to lay on her side, so be it :) Sitting on a sidewalk on Alki Beach, reading poetry and writing prose underneath the full August moon. My husband, Bill stands beside me taking photos of the skyline and passing ferry boats. La bella luna floats dreamily higher into the sky. Young girls giggle to my left and a toddler babbles on my right.
Peace, love, and light are my prayers for the day and this gorgeous summer night.
C'est tout. (That's all.)
Tuesday, June 23, 2015 at 8:17 PM I have no choice, but to be me. I cannot become a chair or a clucking hen. I can act like one. I can fold up and hide. I can sit still and be present. I can shine like the brilliant stripes or cast gray shadows. I can simple be.
Sunday, July 20, 2014 at 7:01 PM My summer days are simple and full. Sometimes I have oodles I want to say and not enough time to write it all down. Other days I feel dry as an old desert bone with hours (& blank pages) spread before me. A fellow coach and colleague described her own summer feeling like that of being a tumbleweed… rolling from one place to another, sprinkling seeds along the way. I wonder what my seeds are as I sit in my studio contemplating what it means for me to live it and give it like my banner boldly proclaims.
Pondering, Possibility, Seasons, Writing