How many times have you doubted yourself – scared to enter that contest, write that story, draw that picture, take that new job, quit the old job, volunteer for that project at work, etc. How many times have you doubted others – their love, their friendship, their loyalty, their ability to carry out a project? . . . → Read More: Doubt
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Today was an “artist date” to top all artists dates. You’re supposed to take only yourself on an artist date, but today I had to break that rule. A fellow writer friend was badly in need of an artist date herself, I had the perfect venues picked out, we love each other’s company, so how . . . → Read More: A Marigold Day Ah..the things of my life…money, writing, new business, health, relationships,..all the things that keep life interesting. There will always be issues in these things that need to be dealt with on a daily basis. I spent a lifetime trying to “put all of these to bed” so I could finally relax and be happy. It . . . → Read More: Things, Things, Things! After a night on my daughter's couch I found myself awake and ready to go at 5am. Of course, being on a couch, I found myself awake more than once throughout the night and while feeling ready to get up, I was still tired after the wonderful day with my daughter, the food and drink, . . . → Read More: The Day After Bikram At the end of Bikram day in Boston I find myself safely cuddled up on my daughter's couch, HGTV on the telly, glass of red wine and a bag of Trader Joes licorice on the table beside me. The couch is next to a picture window that looks down on the street below from this . . . → Read More: Bikram Day During my morning meditation I found my self in the book of Revelation in the bible. Along with four other books by different authors, each day I try to spend some time in the book written by the greatest author of all. I don’t know what led me to the book of Revelation this past . . . → Read More: God Made Me Like A Painting It’s a good thing the sun didn’t make an appearance on Cape Cod today, because the humidity was off the charts. Having an engagement this morning, I had to go to the 4 pm Bikram class, giving the humidity all day to grow even more smothering than it was at 9 am. Uh..oh…here goes . . . → Read More: What Scared YOU Today? Usually my time in the hot room is spent in my right hand corner, tucked up by the mirror, and I practice there rather unobtrusively for 90 minutes. Standing head to knee, as I’ve mentioned before, is my nemesis pose. I fight for balance, but my real problem is getting the grip of the interlaced . . . → Read More: Getting A Good Grip – Or Trying, Anyway Monday morning. Daughter says, “Aren’t you going to yoga?” “No. That would not be wise. I can go at 4pm – today I have choices.” The only choice I don’t have is what is stated in my rule. If I’m home, and class is held, then I have to be there. (Weekdays only) This morning, . . . → Read More: Why Rules Are Made Not To Be Broken The campfire is about to be lit. The trees are still. The air is crisp and cool, heavy with the smell of the ocean. The sunset is quietly brilliant. Boston daughter and friends have left. NY daughter remains one more night to hang with Mom and Dad. They trickle out at the end of the . . . → Read More: Such A Peaceful Night |
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