Posts Tagged "life"

a puddle

Posted on Thursday, January 2, 2014

a puddle

What if I cannot give you everything you need? What if, in your quest for the ocean, I am just a puddle in the way mucking up your steps? How can I deliver you a school of fish when I am not capable of being the dream inside your head? Hear me when I say I am not your ocean. I can only be the puddle at your feet.

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rebuilding our home

Posted on Monday, September 9, 2013

rebuilding our home

The bags under our eyes were as big as the bags we’d packed for Europe. It had been three rigorous years of Master’s degrees for both of us and we needed a long break from the “real world.” In need of justifying my degree in Spanish, I’d convinced my business-talking, software-studying husband why we should go to Spain. I’d calculated the right amount of emotion with practicality and he was convinced. We were off for an adventure… indefinitely.

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breaking surface (mark nepo)

Posted on Monday, August 5, 2013

breaking surface (mark nepo)

Let no one keep you from your journey,
no rabbi or priest, no mother
who wants you to dig for treasures
she misplaced, no father
who won’t let one life be enough
no lover who measures their worth
by what you might give up,
no voice that tells you in the night
it can’t be done.

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birthing forgiveness

Posted on Monday, June 17, 2013

birthing forgiveness

Before the year ends, I will be a mother.  Before the year ends, I will have already made mistakes and, though I may not know it, will have begun to plant seeds of hurt on my innocent newborn.  As mothers and fathers, we all love, and yet, no matter how great this love, or how great the effort, we will harm our children throughout their lives.  It is an inevitable truth.

 

I think of my mother, her golden straw hair lighting the day – she was my hero as a little girl. 

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this world is a playground (rumi)

Posted on Tuesday, June 4, 2013

this world is a playground (rumi)

Don’t avoid discipline.

You have learned ways to make a living

for your body.  Now learn to support

your soul.  You wear fine clothing.

How do you dress your spirit?

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a year of rowdiness

Posted on Monday, May 27, 2013

a year of rowdiness

The small man

Builds cages for everyone

He

Knows.

While the sage,

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the little things

Posted on Tuesday, May 14, 2013

the little things

It’s been several weeks now that I’ve been spying on them – the five sparrows – or as I have now educated myself, fledglings.  It was in early spring that I heard a mysterious tapping on my front door.  Irritated and ready to give this “tapper” a piece of my mind, I noticed my cat sitting quietly and alert by my door.  So I had another idea…

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andrea and the words she was seeking

Posted on Thursday, January 24, 2013

andrea and the words she was seeking

In brainstorming about a post on reading and the many ways this simple yet often taken for granted act enriches life, I realized how difficult it would be to put this into words.  Everyone’s experience is a different one. Everyone’s tastes can be extraordinarily different. To try to sum up the significance of reading in just one person’s life would be an immense undertaking. Yet, here I was composing a post about it while on the treadmill, while driving home, while making eggs and toast for breakfast.

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the wind replied

Posted on Wednesday, January 2, 2013

the wind replied

Sitting on the ledge of my cage

One morning I thought…

What if I flew away and never came back?

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the cage and the nest

Posted on Wednesday, December 26, 2012

the cage and the nest

One day a little bird challenged his friends:

“What if we are not in cages, but in nests?”

“That is ridiculous,” they replied.

“Look at the metal bars around us

and the lock around the door.”

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striving for mediocrity

Posted on Monday, December 17, 2012

striving for mediocrity

I remember the feeling when I saw gold, silver, blue, and green shiny stars adorning my worn, white paper; I remember the feeling of a “terrific,” a “great job” and a “super” sticker glued to a class project – the sense of approval and acceptance of being “something.”  As a young girl accustomed to accolades, comparison and positive reinforcement, I subconsciously doubted my sense or worth without these warrants – I forgot to celebrate who I was.  Little did I know, this conditioning would kill my innate sense of being.

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clouds in the paper: our intimate connection to everything

Posted on Monday, December 10, 2012

clouds in the paper: our intimate connection to everything

If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper.  Without a cloud, there will be no water; without water, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, you cannot make paper.  So the cloud is in here.  The existence of this page is dependent on the existence of a cloud.  Paper and cloud are so close.

 

Let us think of other things, like sunshine.  Sunshine is very important because the forest cannot grow without sunshine, and we humans cannot grow without sunshine. 

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lee, hope and the many names behind glassybaby

Posted on Monday, December 3, 2012

lee, hope and the many names behind glassybaby

We’ve heard names such as rudolph and robin hood often chosen for pets or stuffed animals, but its not too often a glowing glass votive of light holds such names – or one has even given thought to naming such an object.  But Lee Rhodes, owner and creator of glassybaby has and still names each of her over four hundred glassybaby, not in a corporate office, but with co-workers in her favorite local Japanese restaurant.  Lee tells me, “We’ve always named the new colors at this restaurant with whatever’s on the table.  That’s how we always do it.” If naming night took place over a glass of wine, I like to imagine likely names such as first kiss and cabo emerged. 

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vuong teaches the beauty in tearing down “the great wall”

Posted on Monday, November 26, 2012

vuong teaches the beauty in tearing down “the great wall”

When I was a little girl, I loved to make forts.  Forts in my bedroom, forts in the living room, forts in the back yard – no matter where there was a little block of space, I’d find a spot for a fort.  I loved the solitude, secrecy and serenity nestling below a stuffy blanket and stacked pillows.  As a grown woman, I find I’ve still constructed my share of “forts.”  Over the years, I’ve replaced piles of pillows with unanswered emails, my husband has become my security blanket, and now I can lock people out of my house, not just my room.  But, even in my hermit-like happiness, I’ve learned that building forts can be a bit lonely at times.  As an introvert, I’m constantly learning the balance of fort building and fort breaking.

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kirstin talks about being scrumptious and how to bring out scrumptiousness in everyone

Posted on Monday, November 19, 2012

kirstin talks about being scrumptious and how to bring out scrumptiousness in everyone

“He told me that I was scrumptious.”  Kirstin, owner of Scrumptious Skin, recounts the story of how she came up with the name of her adorable skincare studio, one of the first times I’ve seen her with slightly blushed cheeks. “And when I was thinking of the name of my business that popped into my head.”  She tells me why that particular name moved from a friend’s complimenting comment to a name for all women to experience when they step into her intimate studio:

 

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