Tag: life
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The luxury
of small rituals cannot be overstated for it is indeed truly glorious. The preparation and serving of a meal to dear friends. The crafting of a single perfect cup of coffee. The lighting and contemplation of a candle. Prayer. These are some of the simple patterns that add texture to my life. Tell me about…
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Friends
New ones, old ones, related by blood ones, separated by distance ones, down the road ones, and dare I say “work ones”. All of them great ones. I may not have hundreds, yet the two handful count ones I do have, are literally worth their combined weight in gold. Every single one. So what makes…
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Paddling without a lifejacket and other unmentionables
There’s a certain beauty in the rhythmic, hypnotic sway of their arms, as they rapidly pass, water so still the paddles cut clean through. Apparently they lead with their elbows. Something a novice like me, cannot see. What I can do though, is feel. Feel what it’s like to be truly in my own body.…
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It’s been
an interesting week, as far as experiments go. I’ve been contemplating and applying this question, rather randomly to life, and also at work, as if these were two distinct places… Anyhow, back to the question: What would this look like if it was easy? Phew! Have I become an advocate for the lazy and slothful?…
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Today
I’m struck again by the joy of simple things. A great conversation with a new friend. A lazy stroll with someone you love. A sharp old-fashioned pencil. Solid, crisp paper. Freshly laundered bedding. The smell of coffee brewing. A random call from a dear friend. Kindness. Connection. Gratitude. The appreciation of these things is easily…
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They sit
awkwardly together staring at the tiny screens, held lovingly in their palms. They don’t talk. Not to each other it seems. The waitress takes their order and their coffees arrive. I watch. They sip and love their phones. Eventually, they pay and leave. Together. Yet each holding onto that black oblong, fully immersed in the…
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What would
this look like if it were easy? Shocking thought, right? Everything worth having, doing, and experiencing, should be difficult, cumbersome, and hard, or preferably a combination of all three. Right? Hmm, wrong. What if our past imprinting and our penchant for risk aversion and mitigation was, in fact, what was wrong? We train our brains…
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I’ve been thinking
about karma, quite a lot lately. Essentially wanting karma to be ready at all times, like my very own Samurai squad. Ready to flatten the enemy because I’ve been wronged. And therein lies the crux of the matter. For who is truly wrong? And what does wrong really mean? Wrong according to my worldview, lens…
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Every woman
needs an admirer. Hmm. How about: Every living thing flourishes under the kind eye of an admirer. That’s what I know to be true. And this is particularly prevalent in my own life at this moment. So, what about your life? Do you know who your admirers are? And are you spending sufficient time with…
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Opening up
windows, doors, to let in the early morning air, thick with promise, abundance. Gently ushering out the staleness of last night’s breath. Of fear and doubt, those pre-dawn Death Eaters. Opening up, to a new day, Endless possibilities. New friends. New beginnings. A change of pace. A softer life with folds to luxuriate in. Opening…