outdoors

  • My Friend Chaos

    “Verily at the first Chaos came to be, but next wide-bosomed Earth…” – Hesiod,  Theogony Sometimes I have to remind myself; even though there’s a lot going on around me and in me, I have choices; Make the moment the priority. “Chaos and Order are not enemies, only opposites. Chaos and Order combined equal balance.” –

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  • Innerscapes, a reprieve

    …how unlikely it is

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  • Julia Cameron’s Way

    Remember the book, The Artist’s Way, The tiny events one did with oneself, the Rated-PG kind, were prescribed by Cameron for filling the well of inspiration within the container of attention. This Sunday I plan to start artist’s dates again. I’ll enter one into my calendar for the afternoon. The West Coast fog lifts after

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  • Clear.

    My recent skin diagnosis could be summed up like this: “Hey, 70s girl who spent hours soaking up the sun, competing to be the ‘darkest tanned’ in high school – you’re incredibly fortunate. That spot on your shoulder was serious (an L2 concern), but thankfully not the most severe kind (L3), and you fortunately got

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  • Little Rituals

    Some mornings I go out as the sun is lighting up the pavement on the runway, sip my hot tea, and let the metaphor of take-off fuel my imagination. The faint outline of potential stretches over the next several hours opening doors to figurative realms. Many will remain uninhabited but a few will beckon with

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  • On Purpose

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  • Ouroboric: Tailing the Year as Limit Experience

    Looking back on 2024, one of my dreams came true; it was a colossal one for me. I’d been incubating a dream that emerged when I was six years old. In my twenties it had come to fruition, then been overtaken by my soul’s desire to become a mother. Over this past summer the vision

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  • Signs Everywhere

    Seen on my walk today… This reminds me, two nourishing books about the natural world that I read in October: The Elephant Whisper H is for Hawk Have a Wonderful Week. Love and Peas, Auguste

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  • Picnic

    After working a very disorienting day gig, I drove away ans ended up in the Marina. I followed my instincts. I needed to be near water. Little did I know, in addition to the water beyond the dock, the sky would oblige my need for fluidity. So, I sat with my turkey and kale having

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Auguste Hill