Tag Archives: Art

The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity

Beef stew with root vegetables is cooking on the stove, along with a teapot of water for some chai tea.  I’m going to write the second post for NaBloPoMo. A few weeks ago, on a trip to the thrift store, … Continue reading

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Anxiety and creative expression

I think that I am finally making peace with my anxiety.  I had been trying for a long time to figure out how to get rid of it.  I was not sure I could. I wrote a comment on a … Continue reading

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The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity

Beef stew with root vegetables is cooking on the stove, along with a teapot of water for some chai tea. Now that I feel my traumas are resolving and my husband and I are in a stronger place, I’m feeling … Continue reading

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New year, new clarity, new goal

In the year 2014, I’m going to continue to express from the heart while refining my writing. I wanted to share my new “about this blog” page here.  It was written originally as a response to a blog post over … Continue reading

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Quite stunned, actually

Yesterday I received a gift from a blogging friend of mine, who is a poet, an adventurer and mad tinker. Before I opened the package, I could smell a fragrant rose scent.  I truly had no idea what I was … Continue reading

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