Impulse Vs. Intuition
This was definitely an impulsive, not intuitive, click.
I’m busy this weekend. And after browsing the judges’ bios and headshots, I felt my deep-South, middle-aged white-woman tethers tightening around me.
Not Cynical—Because I Write
When we emerge from the page, we are not cynical. The words have drawn us away—forward—toward growth and compassion.
Recovery: Knee-Deep
But during this recovery, I’ve discovered there is one thing I miss when deprived of it: Writing.
Blog from a Fog
So that’s my blog from a fog.
A reminder to stay open. To stay curious. Even when I can’t see far ahead.
To show up anyway
And to trust the page and the pen.
Demons to Tea
I didn’t exactly invite my demons to tea that night.
But I did let them come along for the outing.
And I reminded them: just because I’m late to arrive to the room doesn’t mean it’s too late.
Who knows? Maybe I arrived exactly on time.
I’m pleased to report the demons have no staying power.
But I do.
Fine Lines: Carry Salt
When reading any how-to, carry a small pouch of salt. Chew a grain as you swallow the instruction. Let discernment dissolve slowly. And keep that salt nearby when resistance rises. Sometimes resistance is fear. Sometimes it’s intuition.
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