Category: Monday
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Color!
I recently hung out with two adorable girls who are the age of coloring with abandon. We engaged in a doodling craft time with precut bookmarks and crayons, then gathered brown grocery bags when the paper supplies ran out. If you haven’t colored lately, I recommend it. But there can be no rules – set…
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Claim It!…
My writing community is a wealth of intelligent, funny, well-read souls who travel alongside my insecure and doubtful self. We hold virtual hands; we cry and laugh and woohoo. Each and every one of us suffers doubts. Positive feedback is buried under rejections, large and small, no matter where we are in the process. I…
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Plan Z…
Last week my walking buddy started a new job. Lucky her, but sad me. There goes our morning routine of fighting school traffic to drive through our favorite coffee shop for grandes of our choice to carry around the three-mile loop of our beautiful city park. Enter Plan Z, plan zed, plan zilch, plan zzz.…
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Workers Work…
The saying goes, if you want to get something done, ask the busy person who organizes, rallies, motivates and gathers resources to make dreams a reality. I love dreamers, my own self being a big one. I get positive energy from hanging out with heads-in-the-clouds types. But if you never come down to earth and…
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“You Can’t Handle The Truth”…
Sure, it’s a famous line, but it is wrong. Truth: you can handle it. Take deep breaths, set a timer for some self-love and then let the kernel of the truth stew. Buried within the tough love are useful gems that will make your work better. Writers (and all creatives) must suffer slings and arrows…
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Excavating…
I’ve been excavating for optimism. The sun rises every day. A tiny green shoot pushes through a crack in concrete, driven to thrive, against all odds. In the dark days of early pandemic, we had no clue the extent or damage to come. We soon realized it was bigger than any weather event, powerful country…
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Whatever Works…
Like so many, I am disheartened by recent events. I’m thankful I can gather at my church and rest in the hope of a better world where I’m called to love all people, and for my morning writing café where check-in discussions range the whole wide-world. Safe spaces, both. Same with two-way, encouraging talks with…
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No Matter What…
I’ve been going to my zen place leading up to Election Day. No small task. Conversations circle around impending doom should the votes swing one way. Or the other. It matters not what color flag you fly or tie you wear, tensions are high. Many feel the very soul of our country hangs in the…
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Surprise!…
I love when a character takes hold of the keyboard to reveal an action unknown to even me, their creator. It’s true. It happens. Practicing mindfulness in the flow, humility of the heart and playfulness of the spirit can invite a co-creator to your page. Dedication is of utmost importance, as is honoring the rhythm…
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Are You Listening?…
In Third Ear; Reflections on the Art and Science of Listening, Elizabeth Rosner reminds us that listen and silent are anagrams in the English language. Right here, I could end this blog post and leave us to ponder the coincidence of language but more importantly, what is necessary to truly pay attention. From equal letters come different words, different meanings.…
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