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.
i thought it was probably inevitable.
that i would touch on the death of robin williams in this week’s blog post.
after all, i was a counselor before i became a coach.
depression and suicide were words i encountered often while on the job.
all of a sudden,
a huge bang like a gunshot.
and the passenger side window shattered.
a negative fluke of circumstances:
a man using a weedeater.
a large rock flung up.
and me, driving by at that exact moment.
thankful for tempered glass.
today.
stand tall.
walk proud.
even if you’re not feeling capable.
tomorrow.
think back.
acknowledge strength.
remember how you fought your way through.
today.
push limits.
applaud progress.
even if you’re not feeling confident.
tomorrow.
“the labyrinth is truly a tool for transformation. it invites our intuitive, pattern-seeking, symbolic mind to come forth. our own life experience, our role in the cosmic dance, is the raw material for the sacred ritual of walking the labyrinth.”
-reverend doctor lauren artress
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two weeks ago, a childhood friend and i went on a road trip.
do you ever feel as if you are holding back?
not taking that next step in the direction of your dream?
do you ever wonder why?
here are five possible reasons.
you sometimes feel unsettled and confused.
i loved madrid.
but i slept badly there.
partly because there were four people in one not-very-big room.
but mostly due to a previous neck injury.
it was the first city on our six-week european trek.
and i already missed my pillow.
