Tag: ELAN
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Mosquitoes…
I love how steady showers perk up the little faces of flowers and green up the grass and trees to a fresh brightness. The smell of rain invites a lazy snuggle with a good book and warm blanket. Rain promises new growth, replenishment, and continued life for all of earth’s living things. But rain brings…
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Divots…
Divots are holes dug into a perfect green field by an overzealous or misdirected swing. Golfers merely replace the detached lump, stomp it into the earth and call it good. How do we react when we goof up and ruin the perceived perfection of a pristine life? Pristine and perfection are ideals, not to be…
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Pivot…
We think life runs in a straight line. But the dash between a life’s beginning and ending years, as posted on gravestones, is really a rectangular box that, when enlarged, reveals hills and dips and even backward steps of ragged years. Those detours and redirects signify an interesting and engaging life. Many blips in my…
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Command Z…
I made a mistake while writing recently. Let’s face it, mistakes abound while in the creative frenzy, when the pure joy of tapping on keys ushers in that flow zone. No problem, though, since a press of two buttons and presto, change-o, it is undone. Undo. What a perfect invention. I cringe at the memory…
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Out Out Damn Spot…
Forgive me for the total misuse of Lady Macbeth’s guilt-ridden appeal as she scrubs her hands, but those words keep popping into my own head while seeking a clear sightline through 2024. Like eyeglasses that constantly smudge from grit and grime of everyday living, that vision is blurred by negative self-talk, dream-squashing thoughts, and reluctance…
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Little Drummer Boy/Girl…
While drumming with the Joy of Djembe Drumming Ensemble, I feel peace wash over me as we send harmonious vibrations up and out. I hold visions of all peoples connecting via a common thrum within. A heartbeat. A need for love and connection. Acceptance of all. How glorious that vision. My human mind tells me…
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What’s the Deal?…
My writing life is shifting from a fun way to spend some time to pinpointing focus to the best book only I can write. It means stacking hours upon hours, to the exclusion of many things. It means to believe so fully there is nothing else I’d rather do. It means to turn off the…
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Energy Cords…
When life ebbs and flows, I like to remember it is a natural cycle. I’ve learned to give in to the occasional slowness, recognizing it as fallow time, necessary for rest, rejuvenation, and even regrowth. Beyond our personal ups and downs, we are susceptible to outside forces that jazz or jade, depending on so many…
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K.I.S.S. …
A friend used to remind herself to K.I.S.S, keep it simple, stupid. I’m not wild about the stupid part, but I do like the easy-to-remember reminder. Especially in today’s complicated world; moving parts butting up against each other; one viewpoint insisting to the death that their values must be followed to the letter of the…
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Be True to Yourself…
It is the only way to be authentic in a world of others. So often we find ourselves living out someone else’s idea of a life. I hope that is not the case for you. May you know exactly what floats your boat and have many opportunities to ride the high seas of your particular…
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