Rabbit Trails: Thinking About Not Worrying About Money
Thinking about money leads one down some “rabbit trails” of imagination. What would you do if the money were taken care of? What would you leave behind? What would be different?
Some Days Are Foggy
Some days are foggy. Flights get cancelled. Traffic slows down. Not much choice: ready or not, life slows down. But every now and then, it’s nice to slow down and “feel your way” through an experience.
Options and Actions
January is more than half over, and I’m noticing that I haven’t fulfilled my New Year’s resolutions. I’m beginning to realize that not deciding, not finishing, and keeping my options open are sneaky ways of not doing what I’m here to do on this planet.
Grief and Gratitude
Grieving is a curious experience. I find myself feeling sad and tired. And then I find myself wanting to reach out and go for the gusto—do the things I’ve always wanted to do, go the places I’ve always wanted to go, live life to the fullest.
Have I told you lately…?
And in the process of telling stories, listening to stories, asking and answering questions, new stories emerge and lives are changed.
What’s Wrong With Being Right?
What’s wrong with being right is that we can’t always know what’s really right. And if we’re too concerned with being right, we lose sight of just living our lives.
One for the Money, Two for the Show
“One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go‑o‑o‑o.” It’s a counting game that somehow seems to fit our ideas about showing our work as artists.
Illumination in the Midst of Famine
In the midst of all the gloom and doom, it’s artists who tell it like it is, and also get really creative about new possibilities. It’s artists who help us see the world and ourselves in new light.
A Simple Thank-you Will Do Quite Nicely
Being acknowledged or thanked for doing something helpful or nice adds to the quality of the exchange. Makes the effort a little more worthwhile.
Front-Porch Conversations
Perhaps the best way to be fully human is to experience the richness of life—the good, the bad, and the ugly. As sad as I am to watch dear friends wind down their lives, I’m equally grateful for the richness and grace that their lives have added to mine.
