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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.