When I am present with the world, no matter whether it is behaving the way I want it too, there is always, always, always beauty.
Oh to have an ascetic mind, where the hallways of my inner world are swept clean of the litter of years;
"There can be a certain perverse pleasure, as well as a sense of rightness and beauty, in insisting on flowering just when the world expects you to become quiet and diminish."
We are such fragile beings
Surrounded by mountains of facts
The word inclusive is often on my mind as I sit in our little shop, Fig Love. In a world where so many of us want to fit in and not stand out, it takes a certain amount of courage to be our own authentic self, to step outside our tribal boundaries, and make our own way.
The cycle of the year turns and shifts and I am reminded every day how all things end and begin and end and begin again.
I am not at the effect of others' choices. It is a beautiful and somewhat terrifying responsibility to own my own life.
There is the beautiful realization that a peaceful life demands a slowing down, a refining of priorities.
Learning to get along with others is a fine art. It can improve with age if we practice, practice, practice. My greatest tool is to remind myself that the way I see the world is not the way others see it.
If I look over my shoulder at the years, I see so many different lives, identities I picked up along the way to fit into a niche, to find a home, to belong
In a world where fear mongering appears to be one of the greatest marketing techniques, whether financial stability, religious judgments or social acceptance, it is a wonderful thing to remember gratitude in the moment.
I am happy each time I am reminded that it is the joyful moments, the ones I fall into like a sweet rhythm, where I lose track of time and know I'm in my soft space, that are the ways I want to fill my days
I am reminded again of the nature of challenges to build strength.
These days I find myself open to a whole range of emotions. I see others struggling with the paradox of gratitude and grief.