A Mindful Life

The poem below says to me that the hope of healing is nested in perspective, and that we don’t have to understand everything to be creative and share the fruits of ourselves. Love Love means to look at yourselfThe way one looks at distant thingsFor you are only one thing among many.And whoever sees that [...]

When we first moved here, I went for a walk in my neighborhood, and this Om symbol on the sidewalk caught my eye. I made a mental note to bring my camera and capture it. But life got busy, I forgot, and when I remembered to look, the ground was strewn with leaves. I hunted [...]

I have cherished this Eliot quote for a long time. Time to make a note of it. What we call the beginning is often the endAnd to make an end is to make a beginning.The end is where we start from.We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive [...]

Well it’s the end of week one; I’m here to do my check-in. What I have discovered is good information. Any exercise that helps further one’s creative awareness is worthwhile, even if the outcome isn’t what one expected. I am surprised to find that Cameron’s work doesn’t resonate in me! I’ve been reading ahead, doing [...]

…when one of your cats is sleeping next to you on the sofa and you reach out absently to pet her, startling her from a deep sleep, in response to which she leaps vertically and then rappels horizontally across your chest, face, and head to get away from Whatever Horrible Thing Might Be About To [...]

The only reason some people get lost in thought is because it’s unfamiliar territory. –Paul Fix It’s been a very busy week, and a fulfilling one. I have missed writing here and spending time on other blogs. On the other hand, I’m immersed in something very important to me and am living for a change. [...]

The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth. –George Eliot

Another photo from my artist’s date on Sunday… I went for a walk in my neighborhood. This, I believe, is a bird of paradise flower. I live in a land where flowers bloom in winter. And yet, if I drove just a few hours, I could also go skiing (if I skiied).

Well, I went to bed slept well, and then awoke at… 3:00 a.m. After an hour of attempting to drift off again, I gave up. Knowing me, I’ll fall asleep on the train. Since I’m going to the end-point, at least I won’t miss my stop. I suppose I could write my morning pages! Oh, [...]

There is nothing more innately human than the tendency to transmute what has become customary into what has been mysteriously ordained. –Suzanne La Follette