2010 has been a bittersweet mixture.
Some truly awful times come to mind, although I'm pleased that they don't stay there for long. Sadly, in learning to let those things go from my thoughts and memories, I've often lost sight of some very good things. In the new year, i hope to learn to hold on to the good bits.
So many potential great experiences await in the next 52 weeks. Some are known already. 2011 is the year I will sing in Carnegie Hall! There are some amazing quilts lurking in my sketchbook. I know I will make some of them, in some form. Other experiencess wait to be invented, and some will sneak up and surprise us.
Stepping up, stepping out, going on
In love with a fictional character - 6th blog of Christmas
How i adore and long for this mystery person... Who perceives and admires me, who values my struggle, who cherishes my gifts and accepts my flaws.
Sometimes I'm sad because this person isn't a part of my life. Other times I rejoice that they are all around and within me.
At the very moment that I mourn something lacking, I can choose to see with different eyes, and discover that the missing element was there all along.
Sometimes I'm sad because this person isn't a part of my life. Other times I rejoice that they are all around and within me.
At the very moment that I mourn something lacking, I can choose to see with different eyes, and discover that the missing element was there all along.
the 5th blog of Christmas - my not-so-wicked step-grandmother
My mother married a man with 6 siblings. Their mother turned 80 today. It's been a long happy day full of food, drink, laughter, short heartfelt speeches, long rambling conversations. It was a wonderful gift to suddenly become part of a large and close extra family.
To cap it all off, tomorrow we put aside our party clothes and go fishing!
To cap it all off, tomorrow we put aside our party clothes and go fishing!
Barefoot...
The 4th blog of Xmas is also day 4 of 17 days of shoelessness, my annual summer holiday practice.
I love shoes. My darling often refers to me as 'Imelda', especially when I have commandeered a greater share of the wardrobe. Most days, my outfit is selected from the foot up. So it seems strange to choose to be shoeless.
Barefoot is about change of style, lack of style, complete relaxation, being natural. It's also about slowing down - the automatic way to help winter-tender feet cope with the textured world. At the same time, I'm resetting my mind to a greater degree of tranquillity.
By the time i wear shoes again, my holiday time will have toughened my soles, and desensitised my soul.
I love shoes. My darling often refers to me as 'Imelda', especially when I have commandeered a greater share of the wardrobe. Most days, my outfit is selected from the foot up. So it seems strange to choose to be shoeless.
Barefoot is about change of style, lack of style, complete relaxation, being natural. It's also about slowing down - the automatic way to help winter-tender feet cope with the textured world. At the same time, I'm resetting my mind to a greater degree of tranquillity.
By the time i wear shoes again, my holiday time will have toughened my soles, and desensitised my soul.
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