Dreams like Water Droplets

6/26/17 Notes to Myself: Dreams, like water droplets cling to the slippery, sharp edge like water droplets. Waiting to fall or evaporate into something else. Yet there they are so beautiful from the outside. Perfect in their form before they have begun to travel. Shall I go up close and look inside their shiny reflection? […]

Food for the Soul?

3/24/17 Notes to Myself: Is comfort food, food for the soul? I’m not so sure it’s been good for mine or very comforting. At least not in the way I needed. And there’s been so much I’ve needed to comfort throughout the course of my life. Food seemed to be my friend and patient companion […]

Freedom

3/10/17 Notes to Myself:Freedom I feel it! It’s like facing the wind and letting my petals flex without fear. It’s not outside myself it is within. I can stop looking for it. It’s here. Smiling, vibrant and strong. I won’t be swept away into nothingness. I will be liberated from all that is temporary and […]

Comparing Shadows…

3/2/17 Notes to Myself:Comparing, shadows depletes my soul. It discourages my true spirit and that of others, always. It’s a harm I do to myself when I practice it. And it invalidates everyone’s unique and precious potential, including my own. I read recently… “My experiences will directly reflect my thoughts.” I rather my experiences not […]

Essential February

2/5/2017 Notes to Myself: Did you ever consider the importance of each month within the context of a year? What would happen if one even just one was missing or taken away? I can take a lot for granted in the course of a year. But that tendency in me is diminishing. In February, I […]

White Slats and Winter

1/25/2017 Notes to Myself: How is it the white slats of my Adirondack Chair are glistening in the sun at the end of January? It’s beautiful but I don’t like it. Not for now! Not for January. Where is my winter? My snow? Is it among these slats of white? Or has it slipped through […]

Life and Death

12/13/16 Notes to Myself: Life and death seem to do this dance that I’m not sure I always like being a part of. But I am. A present witness to it all. In the midst of mourning the loss of a treasured friend I simultaneously notice all the new experiences birthing themselves around me. That’s […]