I L O V E D teaching last Sunday’s workshop. Can’t wait to give the next one. Want to give lots and lots of them. And so…marketing strategies are beginning to poke their little heads into my awareness. To kinda, sorta quote Elizabeth Gilbert ( author of Eat, Pray, Love ) whatever endeavor you choose, … Continue reading Deepish Thoughts
March 1st I began my Color of Woman teaching adventure. Lots of thought provoking activities as I learn to dig deep into my psyche and paint from there, in order to show others how to do the same. How do you know yourself when yourself is constantly expanding and growing? Where’s the center of the compass? … Continue reading And Are You Still Writing?
Happy Valentine’s Day! Hope you enjoy the sweetness of this day. I’ve caught a cold. Don’t you hate those? Nothing much you can do except wait it out, drink liquids and rest, all of which I’ve been doing. Lots of stillness, lots of inactivity. Except my mind. I’ve been thinking a lot. I’m about ready … Continue reading Rhythms
Victor Wooden is an amazing bass player. He’s played with people like Bela Fleck & the Flecktones (founding member) and Chick Corea. One of his albums, Yin-Yang, is on my ever-shuffling iPod, my endless playlist of some 8000+ songs. I’ve got a couple of his albums, but that’s not important. He’s a very inspiring man. His tag … Continue reading Looking for a Hero
It’s rainy. It’s January. We all want to go outside. Individually and collectively, Mr. Al and I’ve been going through old pictures, pictures of sunny (and not so sunny) adventures over the past few years–the places we’ve been to the adventures we’ve experienced. It’s sure been fun. All that reminiscing? Brought out the wandering star … Continue reading Putting the Travel in Travelogue
I was thinking this morning about how resistant to change humans are, yet how adaptable they are as well. And change is the only way, as a species, we can evolve and survive. Why are we so resistant? Just a random thought. Probably brought on by our having no water in the house… …over a … Continue reading One of Those Weeks
Christmas Eve sunset…all is calm…all is bright…. Followed by Christmas morning Isn’t this a pretty package? I had to take a picture of it before I ripped it to shreds to get to what was inside. I’m still very full from Mr. Al’s and my Christmas meal. (Pip and Blur wondering why I’m not writing.) That’s … Continue reading Food Coma, The Aftermath of Christmas Day