i woke up monday morning at winterchase (our home base).
exactly one month after awakening in that bed the last time.
(september 20 to october 20).
one cat was at my feet, basking in the warm sunshine.
the other was nestled into the clothes in my suitcase,
(which was right where i’d left it the night before, flung open on the floor.)
a luggage handle had been destroyed (thank you, mexico city).
almost all of us have our own private hell.
something that keeps us up at night.
something that prevents us from dreaming.
sometimes others know about it.
loud and clear.
but most of the time it’s kept hidden.
as well as the fear that accompanies it.
[one year ago, i focused my attention on the wellness habits of six european countries with the installment of my first “wellness around the world” series (the european edition). my plan is to continue that tradition whenever and wherever i travel outside the u.s.]
[welcome to the second installment of my “wellness around the world” series .
[one year ago, i focused my attention on the wellness habits of six european countries with the installment of my first “wellness around the world” series (the european edition). my plan is to continue that tradition whenever and wherever i travel outside the u.s.]
[welcome to the second installment of my “wellness around the world” series .
what are your core values?
this question came up in an online course recently.
as i briefly skimmed through the assignment,
my first reaction was:
“this will be easy! i think about this stuff all the time!”
and i do.
i am constantly pondering what makes me tick, what is important to me,
what is behind the actions i take, what motivates me.
i’ve had a fairly frequent visitor recently.
one i haven’t welcomed with open arms.
in fact, i’ve grown restless during these social calls.
waiting for them to come to a close.
and i’ve also noticed other things happening while my visitor is present.
i wake in the morning feeling confident,
ready to create experiences.
the day presents its story,
unfolding its subtleties and lessons.
its unique twist of cheer, surprise, or indifference.
of sadness, hope, or excitement.
some days – dare i say most?
there has been a definite chill in the air
since the calendar page turned to september.
and it’s raining today.
cold. dark. dreary.
as i write, i realize how this weather profoundly affects me.
even though i’m warm and cozy inside, bundled up in fleece,
i feel unmotivated, unproductive.
“But what exactly is an artist date? An artist date is a block of time, perhaps two hours weekly, especially set aside and committed to nurturing your creative consciousness, your inner artist. In its most primary form, an artist date is an excursion, a play date .
what a beautiful word of the day awaited my awakening . . .
fine rain falling after sunset from a sky in which no clouds are visible
it’s okay to let your guard down once in awhile.
