Full circle.

86 years ago. October 1929.
My brave Italian grandma, just 20 years old, marries a man she hardly knows and moves to the United States. She speaks no English. Yet. But she is home.
 
 
47 years ago. April 1968.

“cold cold cold fudge”

Winter is not my favorite season.

Summer is easy and sultry, carefree and lively. Troubles just seem to melt away in the blazing sunshine.

Winter brings harsh realities to the surface, outlined against the sky like the barren trees. Truths that cannot be escaped as courage is whipped away by arctic winds.

“I am one tough cookie!”

Do you often worry about what other people think? Does it make you second-guess yourself, causing you to freeze in the middle of your intentions?

Do you deeply embody slights from others (real or perceived)? Do you allow cruel (or even teasing) jabs to get under your skin, tearing your self-esteem down in the process?

true grit thanksgiving

personal qualities that inspire,
that i admire,
and to which one may aspire.

giving thanks today for the real meaning of true grit.
 
 

T =

tenacious, transformational, trailblazing

H =

happy, healthy, hopeful

A =

animated, alive, aligned

N =

nourished, novel, noble

K =

kindhearted, kaleidoscopic, kinetic

S =

spunky, soulful, self-directed

G =

gutsy, gritty, glorious

I =

insightful, independent, integrated

V =

vital, vibrant, vigorous

I =

imaginative, intuitive, inquisitive

N =

noncomforming, noteworthy, necessary

G =

grounded, genuine, groovy
 
 
hiking boots
 
 
over the river and through the woods .

i keep hoping for the light.

following a severe wind and rain storm tuesday evening,
my household lost its power.
all night and through the morning.
12-1/2 hours of darkness.

i don’t like the darkness.
it’s uncomfortable and frightening.
i keep hoping for the light.
 
 
it’s been a sad week,
thinking of the innocent victims
in paris and around the world.

it’s not that i’m not grateful.

okay, i’m just going to say it.
i’m tired of the word GRATITUDE.

although i have been keeping a formal gratitude journal this year,
writing down five things that i am thankful for each day,
this isn’t really anything new for me.

i’m scared. but that’s okay.

i’m scared.
but that’s okay.

 
 
roses at the villa
 
 
i am moving to italy next year.
romantic, chaotic, gritty, colorful italy.

quite a combination of childhood-plus-adulthood
dreams coming true.

i am excited beyond belief.
amazed at how it is all,
after several years of deliberate devising,
coming together smoothly in the end.

31 positive pinterest-caption post-its

i am currently working on an essence7 project
that i hope will take my business into its next phase.

since it’s already taken me out of my comfort zone,
i’ve been in need of greater self-motivation
(and an extra shot of moxie!).

My 4:00 a.m. Contemplation Club

There was a time when I slept so soundly that nothing or no one could wake me. I was blissfully unaware of sleepless nights that so many endured.

Not anymore. It now appears to be a common nightly occurrence to awaken at least once, usually around 4:00 a.m.

eyes wide open until the end.

i’m shouting from the rooftops today!
i’m on my soapbox.
 
 
“whatever the mind can conceive and believe . . . it can achieve.”
~napoleon hill

 
 
pause for a moment and take a deep and honest look –
at yourself.