I have a million ideas in my head. When I concentrate on a particular one, it flows out from my mind like a flag, waving and inviting me to create something out of it. Which made me think of the song Waving Flag, by K’naan. I admit that, as an idea person, if someone’s ideas appeal to me, I will grow to love their work, even if my “first impression” was indifferent or even negative. Waving Flags I am not saying good-bye today, but I am saying that when you next hear from me,
. If we are chained to something, we are not free. Where do those chains come from? And where can we find the key to open them? If you have chained yourself down with a lot of musts and shoulds, believing you must be like everyone else and do what everyone else is doing, you are truly working on a chain gang. We forge the chains we wear in life.
…….~ Charles Dickens
So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key.
…….~ The Eagl
. I quoted Sally Kempton a few weeks ago. Now I find myself doing it again. Her book is not one I can read voraciously, like an engrossing novel. Meditating For the Love of It has too many deeply nourishing passages that require slow digestion, careful rumination. Here is a perfect example: Invoking Grace
What allows us to relax into meditation, to make our effort without straining? Essentially, it is trust. First, we trust that the Self, the goal of meditation, is real and c
. Enjoying Your Own Deepest Experience is much more than a subtitle: it’s a life strategy. It comes from a book by Sally Kempton, called Meditating For the Love of It: Enjoying Your Own Deepest Experience. There is much to ruminate on within this book, including Elizabeth Gilbert‘s forward, which is a humourously self-deprecating, unabashed endorsement of Kempton’s approach to meditation. Kempton goes right to the point in the beginning of chapter one: Meditation is not somet
I was so excited when Margi came through the door — it signaled that her doll making class was finally starting. She arrived in her usual style, with bright scarves blazing, and arm in arm with the equally amazing Janet Bolton. (Patchwork Folk Art: Using Appliqué & Quilting Techniques is one of the books I purchased at the Vendor’s Mall for Gathering Threads.) Margi Hennen and Janet Bolton arrive at Gathering Threads in London, Ontario I could go on and on about this class (a
I’ve been thinking about the differences between collage and painting. When I use paint, and only paint, there is great excitement involved in anticipating the outcome. Risks are high. Once I have painted over something, what lies beneath is gone. With collage, I can see exactly how colors and patterns go together. I can place a collage element here or there, and know that when I place it, it will look as good as my eye judged it to be. There is less guesswork. Soon, however,
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Years ago I read a book called Your Money or Your Life, by Joe Dominguez and Vicki Robin. It was a life changing book, for me, as it opened my eyes to the fact that the money I made represented how I expended my life energy. If that does not make sense, I would urge you to read the book for yourself. Liberating Limits: Like most Americans, I had swallowed a delusion that freedom means “no limits.”
Even choice – the hallmark of freedom – has morphed into hyper-choice: too many
We all remember the kisses and hugs (Xs and Os) we were required, as children, to dispense at an adult’s command. Some of us were aware of our own power even then. We refused to squander our affection, reserving it for those we really cared about, or whom we thought we could not survive without. We demanded a choice. Or, perhaps, we were not as demonstrative as some of our contemporaries, or felt shy around others. The look or smell of another might be interpreted as threate
I have four books by Joen Wolfrom. This woman is nothing short of amazing. When she senses a lack in her knowledge of something, she completely immerses herself in the subject. She goes after information with the tenacity of a bulldog on the hunt for a bone, and then she shares the meal. Her insights provide any number of “aha” moments. Let me give you just a few inspiring quotes from each book: The Magical Effects of Color by Joen Wolfrom When creating, give color and all it