Does moving really mean moving?
I grew up on Linn St.
As a kid I thought I’d move to a big city. I’ve, in fact moved to a few states and cities over time. I eventually landed in a different state and city is bigger than the one I’m from.
Now, I live one block east of Linn St.
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. T. S. Eliot
Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens. Ralph Waldo Emerson 1802-1882
(about the image above, it’s inspired by the practice enso. I approach it as a meditation)
snapshots from around
Let’s build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.
— Bob Ross
pausing for snapshots of clouds
sometimes broken pieces don’t fit back together
Broken pieces may be repurposed.
From the messiness of broken, or lost pieces and we can create a new puzzle. Learning to be open another way of how pieces fit together.
we’re all a little broken … and that’s ok
works in process
just practice
“When I stand in front of a canvas, I never know what I’m going to do – and nobody is more surprised than I at what comes out” Joan Miro
“If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word” Margaret Atwood
slowly cracking the door open – let the light out
It seems like a lot of us struggle with showing up and sharing who we are. There isn’t a shortage of books, coaches, workshops, personality tests and strategies of how to be in the world. But the challenge is squarely on our shoulders to face ourselves and choose the guidance we need.
I continue to learn how to open the door and share the light
