Hello & happy weekend! This week has been filled with interesting shifts and wonderful surprises. The Twitter & blog circles I swim within are bubbling over with #reverb11 energy. I am so impressed with how the community as a whole has adapted to the change in circumstances. We happen to be quite the sparkly, resilient and supportive bunch — if I do say so myself…
I love to search the internet for creative resources. It’s one of the activities that drew me to blogging in the first place. On its best days, the internet is like an enchanted forest filled with magic, fairy dust and tons of inspiration. Recently, I started following a fresh set of blogs…
July was a hot, summery month full of humidity, interesting opportunities and weekends away. A major highlight was when my mentor approached me with a simple request—while she unplugged for a month-long digital sabbatical, I was invited to send her updates on the net’s happenings…
Another turn of the calendar and a fresh new month. I disappeared last month as January flew by—you might have noticed that I rarely blogged, tweeted or connected with you lovely souls. I missed our community and am looking forward to getting back into the flow. Some of you already know about my news from yesterday…
I have spent the last few days soaking up an overwhelming amount of inspiration from so many of you. When I started this blog, I hoped to connect with kindred spirits. I did not realize the kind of impact you would have on me. This poem came to me today in a quiet moment…
It is hard to believe that we’re well into the middle of Martha Beck’s book, The Joy Diet. It seems to me that every week I fall behind—and then I remember this is not a race. Thinking about The Joy Diet as a practice instead of a requirement has softened me in a way that is hard to describe.
Before I finished reading this chapter, I assumed I knew the meaning of nothing. On the first few pages I found Martha Beck’s words, “…doing just about anything is preferable to doing nothing,” and convinced myself that I was destined for defeat – doomed to a week of 15-minute sections of required silence. This is the problem with assumptions.
Life is full of twists and turns. You can be cruising along and before you realize it, there is a fork in the road. As a control freak, these surprise curves and bumps along the way can really throw me off course. I have discovered that when all else fails, there are two easy ways to get me back on track – settling into my routine and remembering to be grateful.
