I’m reading The Artist’s Way for a second time. This year my Kindle died, but instead of replacing the device, I’m replacing digital books with real ones. Julia Cameron was first on the list for replacement, and I found a whole stack of her books … Continue reading Space to Grow
My Fearless community adds value to my life. During our Team call, I recommended the Morning Pages to a Team member, because I used to do them and saw value in them. Then I asked myself, “Why did you stop writing them Barb?” My Fearless … Continue reading The Scattered Words
I’m sitting at the kitchen table writing morning pages. Oh, it was so tempting to sleep just one more minute, but I sat up and listened to a mediation instead. He was talking about living enthusiastically. I’m not sure I can be called enthusiastic, but … Continue reading Living With Intention
I woke up this morning, took a glance at my phone and turned it off. Yesterday was not a pretty day at work, so this morning I took some time to manage my state. Yesterday is gone and today is a new day. I sat … Continue reading A Handwritten Note
I walked out of the store with a bag of love. Just realized my purchases of a candle and body-wash are named ‘Love’. Maybe I needed some extra love…
I had just read a Blog by a fellow Blogger who was hurt by people walking out of her life. Letting them walk in wasn’t the issue. It was when they mysteriously disappeared she took it personally.
I left a comment on my friends Blog.
It sounds cliche but it calms my mind. The comment was, “People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I haven’t had many ‘or’s.”
People come into our lives to reveal something. We also have the opportunity to make their lives better in some way. I’ve had a lot of people leave my life, but my hope is I helped them in some way. They taught me things that made me better.
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When feeling alone, self care is crucial.
My bedroom is my sanctuary and I enjoy spending time there. Find a space that feeds your soul. Light a candle named, ‘Love’ and breathe it in.
Be kind to your soul and don’t beat yourself up. If anything, remind yourself just how beautiful you truly are. This sits beside my bed as a reminder.
They say wrapping something around your shoulders brings comfort. We want that feeling of being held, but we’re alone. A small child has a favorite blanket, and I haven’t outgrown blankets.
There is a lightweight blanket in almost every room of my home. When I need comfort, I wrap one around my shoulders and it’s like a warm hug.
This one lays across my bed.
It has balls when I’m not feeling very ballsy.
We live, we love and hopefully we learn.
People come in and out through a revolving door. Not everyone is meant to stay a lifetime. Can you imagine if everyone stayed? Holy cow!
Something else that helps heal is writing.
If you are a Blogger/Writer you already know this, but not every thought needs to be published. You feel like banging out the pain on a keyboard, but I use an online journal for moments like that.
I bought this notebook to motivate my continuance of the Morning Pages. At first glance, I thought it was a cheetah print. My daughter went through her cheetah print phase years ago, so this made me smile. Looking at it now, it really looks like fire. 🙂
Writing will help process thoughts and sort through feelings. I used to spend time and energy trying to figure out what happened, but that’s fruitless.
Today, I can just let it be.
I didn’t do my Morning Pages this morning. I spent time with my daughter before she left for her college classes. Wednesday’s are like that.
I’m still haunted by yesterday’s Morning Pages.
It was basically three pages of questions. Then later in the day I saw these words, “Choose uncertainty over unhappiness.” That is what I chose to do.
Every thought turned into a question mark.
I envisioned scooping the question marks off the page and into my hand. Then I threw them up in the air as if saying, “Let it all go and see what stays.”
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This morning I came across a Blog I posted four years ago, and re-posted two years later. What’s funny is I cannot recall what was happening in my life at the time of the post. Reading it gave me the feeling of staring up at a giant while holding a slingshot. Whatever it was is no longer here, and wasn’t memorable. You can read the post here.
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It’s a change of season and with that uncertainty can visit. That doesn’t mean it has permission to drag us over into unhappiness.
Today my lovely, just trust the wait.
I didn’t do my Morning Pages this morning.
It’s all good though. My daughter has classes, and I chose to spend time with her before she left.
Thank you for your encouraging comments yesterday about These Two Jars. I found a shoe-box and dumped the pieces of paper inside. It lost all appeal. It was like the shoe box covered up the idea. I’d probably forget about writing on a slip of paper a day using the box, so back to the jar we went.
Walking away from the shoe box with jar in hand, I just plopped it down on top of the coffee bar to ponder it’s placement. Seeing the jar sitting there this morning, it looked at home, even though it was not planned. Scooping up the pieces of paper from the box I placed them back inside the jar.
Sometimes I make things more complicated than they should be. The gratitude jar was a simple idea I read about, and then tried to make perfect.
The first idea is the best idea.
Stick with the original idea. That is called inspiration when the idea of adding something meaningful to our lives first strikes. To hear that still small voice and follow through. Logic is overrated in my opinion because by following your heart there doesn’t seem to be a lot of logic to it.
By paying attention to what’s around us, we can instill the simplistic beauty of a gratitude jar.