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Truth tuning in: A lifetime with a pen
My morning writing gets more interesting when I wake in the dark. It shows me that I’m coming back to who I thought I was long ago—sometimes from a nighttime journey in a dream, aligning with something bigger and making room for what’s important in my life. Mornings are inspirational and engaging, where dark turns to light, when birds start chirping. I have tremendous trust in these moments.
My thoughts shine the way—here in words, here in solitude—witnessing my best thoughts allow seeds of who I am to come forth. I’m trusting first, sharing second. I ask myself what must be released within my mind to move forward to my best day, ailment-free, while keeping my heart shining. It’s also a time to reinoculate myself with good boundaries, potions and conversations.
When you write yourself back to where you are
The ground is always moving. Stay grounded in who you are. Remembering who I am is sometimes a task. I’m not so good sometimes at receiving my gifts.
I stumbled upon an article I wrote years ago describing who I wanted to be in life—my career, to be exact—but really was asked to describe my identity in the world. I’m amazed to recognize that today I’m doing just what I described. It was eleven years ago.
I felt misunderstood back then. It’s a continual process to gain confidence in my natural talents, as if I need to reign over them.
Are you nervous? Ashtanga yoga cleanses the nervous system (2nd edition 10 years later)
It’s good to be proactive and cleanse your nervous system. Ashtanga yoga is one way to do this. I have proof.
I’ve practiced all kinds of yoga through three decades—various methods such as Iyengar, Ashtanga, Vinyasa Flow, Yin—to increase strength and flexibility, to lower stress, and to gain mental and spiritual clarity. I’ve also done it at times just to get out of the house; to soothe an unknown entity rising up inside me, I transported myself to yoga class at the soonest possible opportunity because I had to.
Hidden, practicing cogitation
Hidden in the fog, warm sun shining through, the city by the bay lingers in the fog. I’m practicing cogitation: the act of thinking deeply…
What’s hidden behind the clouds is still there. What’s behind our faces, our actions and our words is sometimes hidden as well. There is silence out there, reaching out into the water. You can listen to what it has to say by just being in it.
Reminds me of a writer I see often
We are who we are
Mom & Dad, do you hear me? I know you do. You visit me as birds, usually whenever I’m hiking. You’re identical, like twins, yet are distinguished and separated from each other on respective branches. I like to see you separate—rather than entwined—so that I can speak to each of you as separate identities.
When I was growing up through to a year or so before you died, you were a hybrid person together as one. It was hard for me to distinguish the feelings I was having about the loss of each of you.
Practicing confidence: A metaphorical house
I’ve come alive in some areas that surprised me but that emerged as I was writing—with a real pen in my hand into a mole skin journal; I find special powers in heavy ink pens.
I invited my insecurities and desires to rise up through the prompts.
My favorite is about a room in a metaphorical house representing my life. Mine is the tiniest house of time, which is the subtitle to my book I just published.
Words
As I stare each day at the new vocabulary word of the day on my phone, I’m collecting thoughts or sentences where I can use them.
At the same time, I’ve been putting off a post I had been planning on my social media regarding words and phrases I never use and why. The ones that cause eye rolls because they mean nothing so why use them. I believe in words chosen well.
Struggling what to call this post about AI when it’s listening
I’ve discovered how much an AI company pays a writer per hour to teach it how to become literate. Actually we want AI to be in the top notch of Highly Proficient, not just Literate. The pay ranges from $20-$100 per hour.
What I didn’t know I’d want to know now
I’m enchanted by myself. I just reread my blog posts from many years ago when my three offspring were teenagers. Some of the posts I deleted. Others I will savor for years to come. The writing was quite snide but only a single parent raising teenagers—ones who are born from their own genes—can relate to me…
My Writing Space: Day 3 of 30 of Write Yourself Alive writing challenge
As I write, I usually see a cat hair flurry by through the air. Cats know when I need them, usually when I'm sad or something is brewing to the surface, and they know that their purr heals. They know instinctually to purr on me whenever I'm writing—at least when it's my heartfelt creative work. (If it's analytical, where I'm making lists, numbers or angry, they stay away).
Why Do I Write? Day 1 of 30 of Write Yourself Alive writing challenge
I write because I want to get in touch with my heart. There is a longing that rises to the surface through my fingertips, when I'm feeling safe to let it out. That expression allows me to be those expressed words, when before I was shielding myself from being me.
Day 30 of 30 day writing challenge
Today, I spend the day motivating and helping my almost-18-year-old daughter write a 15-page play for the San Mateo Traffic Court judge in the Juvenille Court. We had the awesome experience of opting to meet with the judge on a speeding ticket of hers. We includes me because until she is 18, it's all about the parent.
Destiny - Day 29 of 30 day writing challenge
Dear Destiny, I am ready now. I'm ready for my dreams to come true. I'm ready now, but let's say my dreams are already true (as they are in many ways), what does it look like in 3 years?
When wearing a suit reminds me that I love my split ends - Day 28 of 30 day writing challenge
I was dressed up today wearing a suit. This hasn't happened in decades, it seems. I'm a freelance writer and yoga teacher. And I'm a mother of three. For many years, I'm not sure I brushed my hair every day.
Words I said today - Day 27 of 30 day writing challenge
She gave me this idea today to write only about the words I say out loud today. After yesterday, I had planned to make today a silent day, whereby I'll hide from others, and while in public put myself on MUTE. It's the Silent Retreat I've been dreaming of.
Quantum physics - Day 26 of 30 day writing challenge
I'm not a scholar but I love quantum physics. I dreamed about it last night somehow and then saw someone post about the subject today (which I hardly ever see). One of my favorite books is The Tao of Physics by Fritjof Capra.
Circular discussions on grasping onto happiness - Day 25 of 30 day writing challenge
I read an article today posted on the Elephant Shambhala facebook page about True Love from a Buddhist's perspective. I immediately clicked on it believing it would all be about how it's not really love if you are grasping on to another person. [I hate those articles].
I'm glad I'm not into makeup - Day 24 of 30 day writing challenge
It was my older daughter's high school graduation yesterday. I have been meaning to make more of an effort to wear makeup and get dressed up more often. I watch my daughters and see all of their eyeliner.
A day where I'm comatose On Hold with the traffic court - Day 23 of 30 day writing challenge
Today is a day where I won't make any decisions without first having a sign. Until I see one, I'll be comatose. I want to see if this universe is really looking out for me.
All of my magic spells will come true today - Day 22 of 30 day writing challenge
Today seems like an auspicious day. It's a day where magic spells I've set will come true.