the opposite of perfection?
I don’t think of myself as a classic perfectionist, but it can show up in sneaky ways. Like thinking I half-ass everything when I actually… Read More »the opposite of perfection?
musings
a little lightness
So I was talking to someone about a commonplace book, and I realized that gathering all of my inspiration will take some time. What I… Read More »a little lightness
making a list
Are you a list maker? I am, sort of, and by that I mean I do so inconsistently, but find pleasure in actually writing things… Read More »making a list
rituals
When I hear the word “routine,” I feel dead inside. I am not a creature of habit; at least that’s what I tell myself. So… Read More »rituals
old stories, new understandings
When I was young, I had some not so helpful stories about myself. One of the cruelest was that I had no talent. I was… Read More »old stories, new understandings
word
My god, this week has been quite a year. I hope you’ve been able to exhale. My body and spirit are still fraught, but I… Read More »word
reading the room
How are you? Stressed, sad, angry? A little/lot of each? Me, too. In the words of my six-year-old grandson, “There’s a lot going on.” Yes… Read More »reading the room
questions
Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? — Pablo Neruda After my last post, I was drawn to revisit Neruda’s Book of Questions.… Read More »questions