Examples of an Imperfect woman
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Surprises Me!
“What is so interesting is that your quilt Lady has no body and your blog is all about the body…” is an insight a woman shared with me about my Art. “I don’t think you even see what you do…”… Continue reading
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Unravel
In the past few months my teeth have been falling apart, broken teeth, fillings falling out and just this past Monday a root canal, all signs that my eating machine was breaking down. At one point I had 6 teeth… Continue reading
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Familiar isn’t Good.
“Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.” ~Henry Miller I seem to have an eating person and then a person who sees the affects, but… Continue reading
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Body, Mind and Soul
It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways. ~Buddha What I find so interesting about eating, is we don’t eat what the body needs, we put items into it that do… Continue reading
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My expectation.
There are two ways to live, one with your expectations packed and ready for each day and each encounter… leaving very little room for surprises or impromptu circumstances, a very rigid needy control expecting life to follow your lead. You… Continue reading
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Valley of Evil
Reporting – is to tell about what happened: to give information about something that has happened, an account or statement describing in detail an event, situation, or the like, usually as the result of observation, inquiry, etc How well do… Continue reading
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Who is really fooled?
“Fools make a mock at sin”, reads a sign along my mail route, jutting out of a snow bank like a preachers hand, disrupting the beauty of winter’s wild natural and it left me wondering who is really the fooled? Continue reading
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Live in life.
When I sort mail, I stand in a U shaped area (Case) with six rows of little slots, one slot for each mailbox all in order of my route. An apartment complex of 10 was added to the beginning of… Continue reading
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A field with no rules.
Rewrite, Rewrite, Rewrite were the last words spoken in our final writing class for the year, they echoed and bounced around in my head, unsure if this was encouragement or a reprimand. We had just sat though an hour and… Continue reading
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New old natural way…
I am strong enough to become weak and vulnerable. I am now open to receive instead of standing in defense, to look at life with an open chest instead of hunched over in protection. As I did yoga today, in… Continue reading
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