I lay here in the dark considering a weird dream that left me confused and disoriented.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” – Rumi
A woman tentatively enters a large spacious studio, scouting it out, worried expression clouding her seasoned face.
What is the plot of your life’s story?
We have a finite amount of time as human beings and I’m becoming begrudgingly aware of this daunting reality.
I am hauling furniture like a seasoned worker from the local moving company but without pay.
I found myself wandering The National World War II Memorial Museum in New Orleans and I have been grieving ever since.
The Enneagram is an ancient tool for self-discovery, they claim there are nine ways of being in the world, and if you know your dominate personality you can confront challenges from a place of strength.
An apron is just a cape on backwards.
On rocks, oxygen and forgiveness.
Feeling my age much?
The day didn’t start out this way, there were no warning signs, or ominous premonitions, but you know…
Sometimes I feel guilty about not feeling guilty.
Let’s assume the spoken word has the means to alter our direction, because it not only rearranges the future, but the way we view the past.
#17. What I avoid is so telling.
The irony of losing my memory along with my blog is not lost on me.