Category: My Writing
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Releasing the Baggage
My burden clings to me like the shell of a caddis fly nymph, protecting the tender beginnings of the immature creature within. I’m floating through space toward the light like a slow moving comet, trailing a tail of debris. Seemingly at once I detach and watch the shell, the accumulation of life’s conclusions, continue on…
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Focusing Exercise This Morning
2/5/2023 Focusing this morning after feeling scattered and without clear direction. How am I feeling? I’m feeling judgmental about myself because I’m not doing something grand. Aside from that, How am I feeling? I’m feeling frustrated because I don’t have time to do every little thing that entices me. Aside from that, How am I…
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My Goals for the Year
We just finished a week with Teresa Haag coaching us on setting goals. We learned to set goals, then plan the way will will make them happen with a backwards perspective, It works like this:
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Death as an Advisor
As I get older the reality of a limited lifetime looms larger in my mind. What do I still want to do? What do I want to share with the world?
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Anna, Medicine Woman of the Solveig Tribe
This beautiful Christmas Card features the iconic character Anna, the beautiful red haired medicine woman of the ancient Solveig tribe in Scandinavia. She stands in the snowy forest at night, with stylized snow falling. Watercolor art. Anna has the gift of compassion and mercy, making her the obvious choice as caregiver of the sick and…
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There are no Ugly Witches
Tom Brown Jr, my Trackerschool instructor, says, “There are no ugly witches”. That is because the dark side knows that in order to entice, lure, and distract, there must be attractiveness. Attractiveness triggers desire. Attractiveness draws us in.
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Christmas Card with Rich Colors and Sparkling Lights at Dusk
Click here to see this card in my store.
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Merry Christmas Amalia!
I was making this card and the bit of humor I recklessly threw in made me think of my Trackerschool sister Amalia who said I was funny. We had so much fun in one of the classes we took with Malcolm Ringwalt, he had to place a moratorium on all talking and laughing for one…