Saturday, January 31, 2015

Soul Espresso

A cup of words offering compassion, creativity, & warmth.  A gift that I’m openly accepting on this cold, wintry day.  Join me?

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Intention Prompts

Placing visual reminders in every corner of my life of my intentions for this year, a year for exploring the uncharted territories, new roads, new patterns, & abstract art.
P.S. Thank-you Amy for the sticker and for finding Junk Gypsy!

Saturday, January 17, 2015


My favorite day of the week is Saturday.   A day to be free, free of agendas and routines.  This Saturday began with eggs at Dennys, Starbucks at Target, and an afternoon in my beloved art room (printing out my ice coffee picture and documenting gratitude).  How do you spend your Saturdays?

Saturday, January 10, 2015

365 Days Art Project: Keeping it Simple

"For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just what you're feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you're reading." May Sarton

For the year of 2015, Amy and I were hoping to engage in a 365 days project.  The year of 2012, 365 days were documented in photos.  In searching for a new project, I stumbled across this amazing idea.  I immediately text the idea to Amy and we tweaked it to fit a busy lifestyle.  The plan is to keep a journal, writing a sentence or two daily and either including a photo or doodles.  I am trying to keep it simple.  My supplies are limited to a pen, glue stick, masking tape, and watercolors.  Its not too late, if you would like to join us!

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Word for 2015 - Uncharted

Leading up to 2015, my one word for the year seemed to elude me.  I wrestled with transform, awaken, mindful, and alchemy (yes alchemy:).  My mother arrived for Christmas and uttered a word that made me gasp.  Her word led me on a journey to my word . . . uncharted.

The year of 2014 was the year of the wildflower.  I think part of my struggle is not wanting to release the wildflower.  It led me to a home, to a new job, a partnership with fearless women, and embracing the wild colors in the corners of my life.  The tagline to 2014 was "bloom wherever planted". 

Now that I feel my roots unfolding, there is a state of enlivened energy of  wanting to live the width and depth of my free time.  There is a desire to spend less time viewing television and electronics and more hours discovering and stumbling upon unmapped paths, new patterns and less routine, and a year of an exploration in abstract art.  Its a year that I hope to push the limits, sleep under the stars, hike new trails, and photograph new broken beautiful landscapes.  This year's tagline is "wild & free".

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Opposite of Regret

After five minutes of running on the treadmill this morning, I struggled to catch my breath.  I slowed to a  brisk walk while scolding myself for stopping my workout routine a few weeks earlier.  My thoughts began to tread along a well worn path of "you should have!", "Why didn't you", "If only".  I paused for a moment, recognizing the signs of regret.  It has become a pathway for less compassion for myself when I make a decision that does not transpose magically into the results I had hoped for in my life.  As I reflected over my self-criticism, I thought about how my one word of 2015 could be the opposite of regret, a way to catch the thoughts and choose a different, less traveled path.  Immediately I  googled, antonyms of regret.  I was surprised to find that several websites discuss this very topic because words for the opposite of regret don't exist, but a laundry list of synonyms are present.  How strange is that?

It left me wondering what would the opposite of regret look like?  Here is the small list I created:  Acceptance, Compassion, Peace, & Mindfulness (living in the moment, not reliving the past).  What words would show up on your list?

Saturday, November 29, 2014

the ones we don't intend to capture . . .

I was trying to catch a quick snapshot of the unique-shaped cloud cluster (wanted to sketch it later for an art journal page), only to find a mini self-portrait as I flipped through the photo stream.  Embracing the reflection and letting go of the clouds (sounds vaguely similar to how life seems to flow:).