The Heart as a Flower

By on Dec 14, 2015 in callings, Flow

I’m at the ocean a lot, so it’s true, I have many, many pictures of the ocean. Maybe it’s because I lived so far from it for so many years that I never tire of it and could keep posting pictures of it and I don’t know about all of you, but I would never be bored. When I lived in Santa Fe winter would come too soon and it was already a quiet life but it would get tortuously quiet. During the day I would hike on my favorite trail that wound its way through the woods and along the stream that was iced over. It got dark so early and it was so cold. In the last place I lived I would spend maybe $350 a month on heat but it never got warm. I would get in bed just after sundown because I ached so much with the cold. And the quiet I’m talking about is the quiet of having everything slow down so much to the point where there literally is little distraction and all...

Finding Honey

By on Jan 19, 2015 in Flow, poetry

I’m sitting in a cafe today, writing. Writing poems. It’s dark in here and I can smell bagels lightly burning. The best writing days are the days where I don’t have to force it and it comes because it wants to come, for it’s own sake and not for anyone else’s. On these days the world is full of love.  

A Trip to the Lagoon

By on Feb 28, 2014 in Authenticity, callings, Flow, frugal, los angeles, poetry

Recently I went with my friend and her daughter to a nearby lagoon. Who knew Long Beach had a lagoon? I’d actually driven by it plenty of times but I did not know it was a lagoon. I thought a lagoon was where the black creatures lived, or a beautiful blue place where young people got de-virginized. Anyway. It was foggy. The light was lovely. We walked around the lagoon and came across a tree full of bright orange blooms, which I wasn’t able to capture effectively with my tiny digital camera. But I got a shot of its lost petals adorning the grass beneath it. Still on a mission to find beauty where I am (and nearby where I am). I am very excited about a slow shift in my thinking towards simple living. (Partial definition, as seen on Google: “Voluntary simplicity, or simple living, is a way of life that rejects the high-consumption, materialistic lifestyles of consumer...

More Practice

By on Jan 20, 2014 in addiction, art, Flow, recovery

Still practicing looking for beauty where I am, where I am, where I am. I don’t know how it is for other people but for me, almost chronically, this is so hard. I believe I’ve talked about this out loud before, about my addictive nature, and that before becoming conscious of this, it was my habit to want to be someplace else, someplace better. A couple days ago we were in Laguna Beach, CA. I took this picture there. Looking at it now I’m wondering how this could be true, that in my mind I was predominantly having trouble being present. But look: so much obvious beauty! It really is a mind affliction. I’m working on it and it ain’t easy. I’m also working through Julia Cameron’s book “The Artist’s Way” for becoming unstuck as an artist. So the companion piece to being here now is making art physically in the present, as a...

The Essence of Flow

By on Jun 20, 2013 in callings, Flow

One source of frustration in the workplace is the frequent mismatch between what people must do and what people can do. When what they must do exceeds their capabilities, the result is anxiety. When what they must do falls short of their capabilities, the result is boredom. But when the match is just right, the results can be glorious. This is the essence of flow.
― Daniel H. Pink


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