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Have you ever noticed how, when you stop doing something good, like: writing, drawing, dancing, exercising, meditating, delivering a baby,* even if you start to want to do it again, your “this is so good for my soul” muscle says, “um… sorry, no.” *Of course I have to tell you the story of the interruption…
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Magic Beans: Everyone else thinks they’re crap and nothing happens until you plant them! I am the queen, nay empress, of handfuls of magic beans: hey, look at these beans, aren’t they cool? Not really. Oh. ~~~~Garbage hey, look at these beans, what should I do with these beans? You should set those beans aside…
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I wondered about my inability to write a blog post…okay, inability is wrong, I’ll do anything but write–paint the bathroom, rearrange my office (although, this might have actually helped me*), vacuum, wash the kitchen floor–my resistance to writing a blog post. Why was I actively avoiding it? I’ve read The War of Art, I’ve listened…
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Has this happened to you? You’re strolling along–actually, not strolling, you’re rushing along through your life–get up, get kid up, off to school, get to work, EMAILS, drama, EMAILS, more drama, plus emergencies, rush home, dinner, dishes, drama, dog for walk, treadmill (because, uh, the walk wasn’t really enough)…PHEW! By this time all you’re ready…
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The following is a post from my old blog, but I like it and actually I needed to relearn it! So, here it is: Twice yesterday I received the message, “there are no rules.” Once from *The Universe (I am not even kidding, we’ll talk more on that later!) and once from a newsletter I…
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This is a re-post of mine from our old blog! I was crabby.Crabby, crabby, crabby. Like not talking crabby and snapping at people (family people) when I did talk. And totally in my head. Yuck. Why was I crabby? Work. ‘Nuff said. Luckily, my husband called me on it. He said, “This isn’t work, this…
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I come by the love of style honestly–we’re talking clothes style here–my mom was the Fashion Coordinator for a large Department Store in the late 60s and early 70s. CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?! Just let all that mash-up of Mod and Hippie soak in for a sec. Okay, cool. My mom could pull off a…
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Welcome to the first in a new series of I AM NOT AN EXPERT AT…I’m excited to share this, because, well, I am not at expert at most things (am I an expert on anything? Laughter, probably. Making people feel good, sometimes…) yet I want to do so many things! Play the guitar, sew a…
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Why do we associate guilt with pleasure? And why do we feel guilty for something that is fun and easy and non-intellectual? Why can’t we just enjoy something? I was at a meeting and we were talking about our favorite authors and someone said, well, my guilty pleasure is so and so, she’s fun and…
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Joan (mom) 93: Every morning I wake up and I say, whoa! I’m still here. Wow! When I think about this, I wonder why I’m not doing the same thing? I mean at any given moment my time (here) could be up–so why am I not exuberant with each new day? I grew up Catholic…
Amy Kennedy The Creative Crone 