Explorations of mind, paths, and life

The Embrace

Posted on October 28, 2012 - Filed Under fear, feelings, self reflect | 2 Comments

I have been sitting on my writing for weeks, recording clips of thoughts on the long drives to Spring Hill, and ruminating on a concept or two. I am stuck in another cycle of avoidance, whose contagion has spread to my photography.  “Things” have been feeling profoundly more difficult, regardless of their form. Stressors have exacerbated what […]

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But He Was Stubborn…

Posted on August 1, 2012 - Filed Under 2012, mind, self reflect | 1 Comment

“…but he was stubborn and refused to be thrown by anything I lobbed at him.” (Jenny Lawson, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir)) … And suddenly I realize I connect so well to this thought because I am doing the same thing.  I test the waters of a potential relationship with briefly […]

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Sitting Outside

Posted on July 3, 2012 - Filed Under self reflect | Comments Off on Sitting Outside

Sitting outside at my Dad’s place, the wind turning the trees into giant waves and dips, I take in the way that the sky is filled with clouds and heat lightning is illuminating the world in bursts. Otherwise, I don’t see much and my ears stay more focused than my eyes. I hear the chirping […]

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Where I am…

Posted on May 9, 2012 - Filed Under self reflect | 1 Comment

4/24/2012 (Visit to Wilbur Hot Springs, and a week with Monica… a collection of reflections) I have been sitting bare and unprotected the last two days, collecting vitamin-D, warming in the sunlight, soaking in mineral springs, and sitting quietly amidst breezes and bird calls. I find myself in and out of brief naps as my […]

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Posted on March 15, 2012 - Filed Under 2012, art, art therapy, Gary, self reflect | 5 Comments

I have had all kinds of burbling at the recesses of my mind… those places that often don’t perk up until I do something quite unexpected and beyond my comfort zone. It ties in to all the ways I have experienced “Art” in my life, the ongoing messages, between my immediate community, my studies of […]

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Gathering my Shoes

Posted on November 26, 2011 - Filed Under beach, fear, feelings, JP, memories, ocean, self concept, self reflect | 1 Comment

The avoidance detrimental, really. A quiet, shifty eyed, uncertainty sitting under my skin, under the happy and work, under the smile and respites on the beach or on long drives. Some things have hit a state of hibernation in my core, and I ask myself to bring them forward, but I think I am afraid […]

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Last Day…

Posted on August 8, 2011 - Filed Under self reflect, teaching, thoughts | 3 Comments

Today I wrapped up my Orlando working life – driving as usual from one thing to the next – in an effort to make room for a very new working life in Largo-Palm Harbor-Spring Hill.  It was sort of an uneventful, unemotional, almost disappointing working day (with smatterings of “wrapping up” everything ELSE and I […]

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Posted on May 6, 2011 - Filed Under self reflect | Comments Off on Street

I loved this assignment, as I had to walk the dog, and since dogs are on zen time – especially when checking pee-mail and leaving packages, I decided to go on zen time as well and really notice. This is one of my favorite things TO NOTICE almost daily, and today I was mindful of […]

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Posted on May 5, 2011 - Filed Under self reflect | Comments Off on Table

The kitchen table most boldly identifies as the space where I gather with friends to do art, play games, and eat. It represents a part of me that was longing for my own voice after the divorce, my first purchase as I purged the things I no longer wanted. It is old, and carries stories […]

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Holding Spaces

Posted on March 10, 2011 - Filed Under beginnings, fear, feelings, gratitude, self reflect | 3 Comments

I find myself swimming in the waters of self doubt in the last week or so, uncertain about how much of it is me, how much of it is my monkey mind, how much of it is my inner critic, and how much of it is hormones. Either way, it feels a little dark, a […]

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