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Simple Rituals

Day 360…

I have spent weeks sorting, cleaning, organizing…deep decluttering.  I am proud to say I am no longer a candidate for “Hoarders.”  And it feels wonderful.

Last night, the writing group helps me celebrate.  Alex makes an elegant rasberry tart, Lynda brings veggies and a yummy ranch dip.  Joann comes for the first time and Katie brings her endearing, brave self.

This is more than a girls’ night out, although there is a bit of that.  We have created a safe place to be, to speak, and to listen, and for me, in this noisy, cluttered world,  it is a respite.

I write to rise above my mindless day-to-day triggers and reactions, and on Wednesday nights I practice this ritual with others.  A couple hours of sacred awareness, amid record breaking high temperatures and drought, economic instability, family concerns and personal struggles.

My writing teacher, Natalie Goldberg, says “Trust in what you love, continue to do it, and it will take you where you need to go.”

Ah yes, Natalie.  Ah, yes.

Writing topic:  Writing as a spiritual practice


Early Morning Conversation

Day 337…

I’m sitting in the front garden with the dog.

Why are you looking at me?


Are you trying to tell me something?


Princess, am I supposed to be able to read your mind?


I just want to quietly sit here.

(blink, blink)

Yeah, like this.

Silence is a source of great strength.  ~Lao Tzu

Nowadays most men lead lives of noisy desperation.  ~James Thurber

Honk if you hate noise pollution.  ~Author unknown, as seen on a bumper sticker

Writing topic:  Silence

So Much Responsibility

Day 333…

The constant chatter in my head.

Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?     Matthew 7:3

Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.  Step 10, Twelve Steps

Takes one to know one.   A.C. Steere Elementary School playground, circa 1960

That which I pin on others is actually my own issue.  It is behavior I am able to personally recognize.  A facet of my own human self.  The shame/blame game.  Using one to avoid the other.

Tending the “weeds in my garden” is never ending.  Am I overly vigilant?  Is the pain in my lower back from the constant weeding?  I was accused by my ex-husband of trying to make an A in Life.  He was right.  Great, more shame to address.

I’m taking a break to focus on the flowers.

Writing topic:  Tending the garden

Endless Summer

Day 328…

The relentless heat.  A mere tease of rain last night.  When will it let up?

Slow down, Laura.   Listen to your body.   Breathe.  Don’t push yourself.  Another T’ai Chi class this morning and getting together with Sharon to discuss the future plan of a September retreat are priorities.  Address the final touches to the nekkid picture, then deliver it to East Bank Theater.  Drink lots of water.  Read your book.

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.  ~Sam Keen

Summer has set in with its usual severity.  ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
John Lubbock

Writing topic:  Summer heat

Committing to the Act

Day 326…

Today I’m spending the morning in my art room. The ideas are swirling, demanding to emerge, and the deadline is looming.  But I haven’t been able to sit still long enough to commit them to paper.

This is not unlike writing, Laura.  Just sit down and do it.

But my house is a mess.

Not anything that can’t wait.

I need to get Princess’ collar from the vet’s and return a library book.

Do it later.  Not this morning.

I’m still not sure how I’m gonna pull this off.

Just start doodling, slap a little paint on the page.

I’m scared.

Welcome to the world, baby girl.  You’re not alone.  Here are some of your friends’ thoughts.

You can’t wait for inspiration.  You have to go after it with a club.  ~Jack London

Things are only impossible until they’re not.  ~Jean-Luc Picard, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Writing topic:  Just do it

Morning Fragments

Day 325…

The picture for my day…A baby blue jay outside my back door, posing long enough for a fuzzy image before he hop-flies away.  An overbearing mother watches overhead.

Today I am choosing to repeat yesterday’s accepting attitude.

The dog spent a restful night at the vet’s.  I began some  serious house cleaning.  Book club discussion was heartfelt.

Two quotes on my computer this morning:

Looking behind I am filled with gratitude.  Looking forward I am filled with vision.  Looking upwards I am filled with strength.  Looking within I am filled with peace.                                   Quero Apache Prayer

Some of the secret joys of living are not found by rushing from point A to point B, but by inventing some imaginary letters along the way.       Douglas Pagels

Writing topic:  A good beginning

Questions and Answers

Day 323…

Yesterday’s daily enlightenment from :

Confidence, like art, never comes from having all the answers; it comes from being open to all the questions.    Earl Gray Stevens

These words find me in the middle (?) of creating my own “art” and convincing myself I really didn’t need to finish this project.  It was enough to just experience the process.  Old self-reasoning when I’m getting too close to the jugular.  Gulp.

Then Lynn calls from New Mexico, a gentle, creative friend I haven’t seen for at least ten years.  We immediately launch into an intimate connection of shared concerns and how we work through them.

Next I attend the opening of the Art Educators Show, hoping to get ideas and inspiration and to meet up with Nadine, a playfully creative friend.  Well, she was there and patiently listened to my hesitations, offered ideas, and then suggested we walk through the Red River District…a block of empty, neglected buildings amid colorful, mosaic murals nestled under the bridge and across the street from the casinos.

I’m ready to begin again.

Writing topics:  Open to the questions