Women, gathered for healing.
Most on the way to older. Some faster.
Encouragement. Dream work. Art. Friendships.
Writing. Conflict. Meditation. Theatre.
Fear. Stories. Food. Mostly Fabulous.
Category: Contemplations
Floating in a sea of change…
In theory, I’m ok with change. My neurolinguistic programming friends would say I sort for different, which means I like variety. Except when I don’t!
I like variety in food a lot. This occasionally becomes challenging when married to a guy who likes sameness, especially in food.
I like variety in books. And experiences. And quilt fabric. (Within certain limits!)
I like variety in decor styles. Some people might consider this a taste for randomness. I think of it as eclectic. And yes, the curtain rods in our living room are made of galvanized pipes!
In case you forgot to lock your doors…
There’s an old joke that starts out in some small-ish town in a farming part of the country and goes on to ask, “Do you know the only time the people around here lock their car doors?”
“At church on Sunday, during squash season! They’re afraid sombody will leave bags of zuchini in their cars!!!”
If you’re a gardener, or grew up in a family of gardeners, you probably know that both green zuchini and their yellow cousins, often called summer or crookneck squash, tend to be enthusiastic producers, to say the least!
My garden is a bit behind, as usual. We don’t have a homegrown hoard of squash taking over the front yard, yet. A friend of mine, however, does. And she gave me some!
To Everything There Is A Season…
The other day I was weeding through a bunch of my pictures on the computer. (Understand that this is progress for me! I’m still really a shoe box kind of person!) It seems the more the writing grows, the more art I need, and thus, the more skills!
One picture really struck me. You know, one of those ones you look at and say, “Awwww” and move on because it wasn’t at all what you thought you were looking for? I moved on and went back and moved on and went back quite a few times. And then I began to wonder what this picture was saying to me.
As you’ve probably guessed, that’s me on the left, Mom in the middle, and my sister, Molly, on the right. It’s possible that this is the only reasonably decent snapshot that exists of the three of us since about the time I started first grade and decided I hated having my picture taken.
The obvious question is, why this picture, now?
Bike riding and life…
Back in the dark ages before Angry Birds and tablets, bikes were a big thing. At least for me!
My first 2 wheeler was used and red and rusty. My folks didn’t believe in training wheels and this was long before bike helmets. It took me a while to get the hang of it. Now I know why!
I’ve spent the last 15 years or so learning hypnosis and neurolinguistic programming (NLP). One of the first things learners must wrap their heads around is the seemingly counter-intuitive notion of focusing on what you do want…on where you’re going, rather than focusing on what you don’t want.
In order to learn…
Welcome to the new website! I’m so glad you’re here!!!
It’s been a while in the making.
When I had just begun blogging on the first website, early in February 2015, there were only two things I knew. Writing. And I like things the way I like them. I didn’t know how to format a post. I could take pictures all day long but had no idea how the magic worked to transport them from the camera to the website. And, perhaps most frustrating, I didn’t understand why the theme wouldn’t do things the way I wanted them to be. I guess I thought it was like a quilt pattern that can be changed at the whim of the quilter. It’s been a challenging spell!
A Different Message for Mothers’ Day…
Truth time? For lots of people, Mothers’ Day is hard. Think about it. Perhaps your mom has passed on, as mine has. Perhaps your kids and grandkids are far away. Perhaps you’re a single Dad who is being both parents at once. Perhaps your family did not work in the way you needed it to. Perhaps you, or dear friends of yours, have lost children, or wished for them and not had them. Perhaps your children are suffering in their own lives. Perhaps… Perhaps… Perhaps…