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Movement

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From the moment I began to think about my  guiding word  for 2016, I knew exactly where I would end up.  I still went through the process  Susannah  provides each year, knowing that there is always the possibility another word might speak to me more.  Besides, I love digging, analyzing and ensuring that I'm going from my soul.   2015 began with the word "Thrive" but quickly turned into "Presence".  That word was perfect for the year as I worked very deeply with being where ever I happened to be at any given moment.  It forced me to notice both inside and outside of myself.  It brought me a sense of calm. But as the last quarter of the year has come, I felt the unsettledness that I always begin to feel as autumn peels away the layers grown throughout the year to expose its depths.  Still keeping my presence, I truly saw my own naked branches for the first time.  My truths and my fears are uncovered and before winter even has a chance to settle in (with

Wake Me When December Comes

Tomorrow we welcome another December, and with it  Susannah Conway  brings her  December Reflections  back again!  I participated last year on instagram, and also in her  August Break  which brought my soul a much needed creative boost.  I often go through the motions of my day, from one job to the next, and forget to take time to stop and breathe in the beauty around me.  To be honest, it's not usually that I forget, but more that I just don't. 2015 has been centered around presence, and I'm looking forward to cultivating much more of it through this and other projects I continue to fill my days with.

In True Libra Fashion

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Someone once told me one of the things that bothered them so much about me was how much I changed.  Not that I changed from who I once was to who I turned out to be at whatever given time, but that I was never consistent in my views.  One day I was vegetarian (actually that lasted for 3 years), the next I was eating a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit from a place that I always would complain about his choice to eat there.  One day I was trying to stop using paper towels, the next I had a package of them in the cupboard.  This always bothered me, because at the same time I was told how "rigid" I was in my ways, and occasionally I would put those "ways" aside and try to be accommodating.  Mostly I wanted to see if my being accommodating would, in turn, make him be more accommodating to me on occasion.  It didn't. We're much, much better as friends. In fact, we're pretty good friends, and great co-parents.  But we are totally different persons. And tha