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today
Today when I looked in the mirror, I really loved my own reflection. (That seems worth mentioning.) Also, I saw this today from my spiritual teacher, Matt Kahn: Mantra of the day: “I no longer reflect or embody the pain, disapproval, doubt, suffering, or confusion of others as a way of offering support. Bless it…
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art | Bricolage Project | creativity | grace | inspiration | photography | projects | quotes | self-excavation | the delicious nowbricolage project day 4 [perceived]
What is Perceived Each day during the month of October, I’m creating an ephemeral bricolage art piece. Â I choose a random word from a book on my shelf by opening a page in the book and pointing to a word without looking. Â I also started creating a rule for each piece because I like constraints….
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abundance | creativity | inspiration | photography | play | Rebirth24 | the delicious nowChicago in Red
Color hunting is a fun game, especially when on foot, bus, and train!
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love, worth, and other stuff that can make a girl crazy
Here are a few things I’ve learned these past months/years/lifetimes: Our lovability/worth/value/ is not dependent on: The way we look. How much money we have. The number of people who “like” our page on Facebook. The number of friends on Facebook. The number of people who visit our blog, comment or “favorite” something. Whether our…
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the night's hoofs [or two points of light in the darkness]
Yesterday, I was telling my teenage daughter about having learned to say no to people that weren’t the right fit. I told her there was a time that I would hold on to something that wasn’t right because I was afraid that something better wouldn’t come along. I said, “I realized that this wasn’t very…
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a haiku for the equinox
light bursting through morning clouds an old crow flies past children’s sighs break through stillness
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