Ideal, Ideal Day…

What is your ideal day? I have a few. The simplest is cozying up in my writing closet, punctuated by playing piano and reading. Simple, not easy to pull off given the rarity of white spots on the calendar. I had the grandest ideal day at the New Orleans Fairgrounds, soft-shell crab poboy in hand, jiving to the festival vibe. I stood in the mix of sounds and souls and turned my face to the sun, soaking up my ideal day. It was pretty darn close to my ideal, ideal day. I steal that phrase from The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, in which she challenges readers to fantasize about their ideal day. Then she pushes us more, to make it the ideal, ideal day. One year I drew a sketch of a studio apartment overlooking Central Park in NYC, piano and guitar in the corner. How ideal would a day there be? Perhaps I’ll paste the picture in a prominent spot. Vision boards have a way of coming true.

            What is your ideal day? What could make it the ideal, ideal day? Do one small thing today to bring even a little piece of it around to your reality.

Exploring Up Close…

I recently went exploring with two of our granddaughters. We donned safari hats, carried tote bags with snacks and a magnifying glass tucked into one pocket. I love that our new home came with a green space across the street, something I missed in our townhome that we moved from last year. You forget how…

Quote of the Week…

“Gratitude is the healthiest of all human emotions. The more you express gratitude for what you have, the more likely you will have even more to express gratitude for.” Zig Ziglar, 1926- 2012

My Easter Basket…

Happy Easter Monday, the second day of Easter Week which is sometimes called the Octave of Easter; eight days spanning from Easter Sunday to “Bright” Sunday.  In the Christian tradition, the miracle of Christ’s resurrection is the most holy of celebrations. Easter stands for rebirth and renewal, perfectly coinciding with the bright green promise of…

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  1. […] invited us to clap a rhythm as they added layers to the echoing chorus. The ideal day became an ideal, ideal day when one of their members played a mournful tune on his violin. It rose to the heavens in the […]

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