This morning, I walked by and thought, “My that pile looks so pretty like that. I should take a picture.”
Change is unavoidable. How we deal with those changes is what makes the difference in our lives.
What if we prioritized mastering the art of doing what we need to do for ourselves first?
My personal experience and understanding of anything is not a personal attack.
Strange to think I hadn’t noticed my vision getting worse, that I believed I was seeing the world as I had always seen it. How could I have not noticed such a dramatic change?
When we deliberately choose to move out of the familiar space to see new things and meet new people, we waken something in us that we bring back home.
Inspired by dreams of my Grandmother
And…it’s Saturday morning that I’m finally making myself take a moment to sit down and at least do my Friday post. I’ve been feeling a bit like a teenager, hormonally pulled and exhaustedly lazy at the same time. I think I’m ready for a vacation. Luckily for me, that is exactly what’s coming up...
Some people have said my use of profanity is also an art form.
Our physical interaction with each other teaches us, feeds us. We need it.