Writing in my usual spot next to the kitchen window just wasn’t cutting it this morning, so I took my coffee and journal outside. When I opened the front door, I noticed the moon, still shining against the bright blue sky. I thought it was supposed to rain all weekend,. . . .Show me more . . .
What happened to January? Or the beginning of February, for that matter. Can it possibly be only five weeks since I was brimming with all of those resolutions, er, intentions, for the New Year? Dotted with “2-hour delay” and “snow day,” my calendar doesn’t look like I accomplished much in. . . .Show me more . . .
Like so many others, I learned of the shootings in Tuscon yesterday through social media and internet news sites. So many emotions, swarming so quickly. Horror. Shock. Anger. Sadness for the victims and their families. For the bystanders. For all of us. I turned on the television, and seeing those. . . .Show me more . . .
Youthful Imaginings As a kid, I watched the Thanksgiving Day parade (Gimbel’s, Philadelphia) on the color television at my aunt and uncle’s house. The year I was about seven, I couldn’t wait to watch “Heidi” on TV after dinner, so naturally I was frustrated when the beginning of the movie. . . .Show me more . . .
The first snow day was a perfectly-timed delight. Two steps from heading out the door when the call came, I enjoyed a fun, productive day. Writing. Cleaning. Organizing fourteen bags of recycles, trash, and “donates.” Yoga. Reading. A little semi-mindless television. A lot of facebook. A couple of great phone. . . .Show me more . . .
I lit a green candle for abundance first thing this morning. Not just any old green candle. It’s bayberry, bursting with abundance-producing super powers. Or so I thought. Today’s first email scolded me for having an overdue balance on a credit card I rarely use. A huge overdue balance. Ah,. . . .Show me more . . .
My first thought when I woke up on New Years morning started with “I should.” I should write in my journal. Right now. I should capture my first marginally coherent thoughts of 2011, on paper, in my own hand, before they’re rendered less real by coffee or Facebook. Before I. . . .Show me more . . .
Better than Cable I’m among 150,000 people currently watching “eagle cam” online. I’ve been hooked on the live video stream from an eagle’s nest in Decorah, Iowa, since I learned about it on Saturday. I usually watch it while working in another screen or even on another computer. Sometimes, though,. . . .Show me more . . .
Don’t tell my agent, but I would do this for free. That’s my favorite (paraphrased) sound bite from the Academy Awards broadcast. Busy with Sunday evening get-ready-for-the-week chores, I was only half-listening to the TV, so I’m not sure which Oscar winner said it, but it was someone who worked. . . .Show me more . . .
“Ripppppp.” Thus spake my bath sheet as I wrapped it around my shoulders yesterday morning. You’re thinking, “wow, her holiday food frenzy must have been extreme,” right? Ha! You’re wrong. In fact, I weighed exactly the same on the day after New Years as I did the day before Thanksgiving,. . . .Show me more . . .
It just looks so darn cool, doesn’t it? If any old January first is a time for new beginnings, this one clearly demands action, what with all of those vertical lines, standing at attention and all. That’s what flomotion is all about. Moving. Taking action. Doing something. Something so simple. . . .Show me more . . .