Late afternoon on Sunday my husband and I took a walk to the beach. The wind was a little brisk, especially when we were near the water and the waves were huge and crashing. At the end of our walk we turned to walk up the beach path to go home. We both stopped and . . . → Read More: That Same Beach Path
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Once again I forgot to set the sleep timer and was awakened by voices in the distance at 6am. This time it was Alan Jackson singing “Remember When”. When that song was popular, years ago, on the country music charts, it was also popular with my husband and me. Laying there, reluctant to put my . . . → Read More: The Sleep Timer Strikes Again I’m having a good time with my pencil drawing class. So far in the first class I’ve learned there are 5 pencils, each with different degrees of hardness. I’m also learning how to develop my own personal stroke. The second class occupied me by teaching me to shade patches for each pencil from darkest, to . . . → Read More: Values Today I’m feeling pretty on top of it – I had my second five day yoga week of 2012. All the other weeks were four day weeks, with the break coming on Wednesdays due to commitments both in the morning and evening. The four day weeks were good – but the real benefits are found . . . → Read More: Urgency Revisited Most people who know me know that I am well-acquainted with daytime TV, from the morning news, right on through the afternoon talk shows. They yammer away in the background as I go about my business of blogging, editing my book, researching my book, or practicing my daily pencil drawing exercises. Today I was irritated . . . → Read More: Clarice! Wow! ….mid-life, that is. Your grade school years seem to last forever. Every birthday between five and ten years of age seems to take 730 days to reach. The years between ten and sixteen move a bit faster toward that ever so coveted driver’s license. Seventeen through twenty five starts to flash by, hitting a few . . . → Read More: Crisis! Today one of my favorite yoga teachers suddenly rose from the black lagoon she’d been hiding in. When she first started teaching at our studio over a year ago, fresh from training, I found her difficult. Difficult at first because she was unsure of her dialogue. She’d forget it half way through the pose and . . . → Read More: Never Pushed Beyond How I love when my yoga talks to me. Everyday during the first set of back bend, when I “fall back, waaay back” I get that pixeling dizziness. During the second back bend, no problem. Obviously it has something due with the amount of oxygen I don’t get in that first set. The two sets . . . → Read More: My Yoga Talks To Me This morning, waking up, I was just pulling myself out that dream state, visions of dark chocolate were just leaving my mind, (I don’t have a clue why I was dreaming about dark chocolate) and from what seemed like far away, someone was yelling “You have no idea what strength you have until you give . . . → Read More: You Have No Idea “For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.” II Timothy 1:7 If God didn’t give us a spirit of fear and timidity, then where did I get it? I lived from a place of fear and timidity all my life. I feared and was timid . . . → Read More: Thanks Tim… |
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