The author is currently focused on a large pastel drawing while reflecting on a previous work titled "A Face Layered in Kind." Created in April 2012 before her breast cancer diagnosis, the piece symbolizes the duality of shadow and gold within everyone. Through mixed media, the artwork explores personal layers in life and the impact of her cancer journey on her values, emphasizing the importance of embracing one's true self.
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Tailored to your palette
The envisioned restaurant, still an idea in progress, features a charismatic young chef who encourages guests to engage creatively with their dining experience. With a focus on imagination, the restaurant offers eclectic decor, world music, and community activities like dancing and an open mic. Inspired by the author's father and son-in-law, cooking is likened to art, creating a space for romance and joyful celebration that unites diverse cultures.
A Quiet Confession
Today was challenging, feeling like I was off track. Despite intentions to create, unexpected responsibilities arose. Frustration surfaced, fueled by self-doubt over unmet goals. However, I realized that mundane tasks hold value too, like planning for festivals and simple moments of reflection. I faced my inner-critic, seeking grace amidst chaos, and learned the importance of vulnerability by requesting a meeting adjustment. Many share similar days, where much is achieved despite appearing unproductive.
Reflection 06.01.25
The reflection encourages individuals to explore their hidden strengths, often masked by shame or fear of judgment. Carl Jung's concept of the "shadow" highlights how these traits, considered weaknesses, can actually be sources of power. Embracing these qualities leads to personal integration and fulfillment. The narrative suggests a guided exercise of visualization to discover and honor these hidden aspects, which can enhance one's life immensely when acknowledged and utilized.
New Beginnings Start in January
January symbolizes new beginnings, influenced by its namesake, Janus, the Roman god reflecting on past and future. The author, born in January, cherishes the month's flowers—carnations and snowdrops—representing loyalty, compassion, hope, and rebirth. Embracing themes like Dry January, the author shares personal insights on reducing alcohol and caffeine for improved wellness, while promoting mental health awareness through journaling. This month encourages a gentle start to the year.
Winter Poem
Almost winter's Shortest day The frost liesOn the leeward face.As the low sun traversesAlong the rolling hill topsBarely making it before noon And exiting just as soon.Sun goes down Mist rolls inWe're set for Another Long Night It is14.40 I thought I wouldn't post again till January but I had a bit of spare time … Continue reading Winter Poem
The Road…
As I drive to my destination along the River Tweed My heart settles...I can see the farmland and the rolling hills Softened by the damp air.It hasn't rained today but everything is still wet from the day before.The winter-green is greener Than I imagined were possible.The buildings, grey, to match the day.It's a two o'clock … Continue reading The Road…
Dear Phoenix…
The content reflects on living with chronic illness and the cycles of suffering and healing, likening this experience to the myth of the Phoenix. It emphasizes the importance of self-compassion, resilience, and forgiveness in facing personal struggles. The author encourages individuals to embrace their unique journeys, acknowledging the pain while finding renewal and strength in their transformation. Each day offers an opportunity to rise again.
My Friday Studio:Sitting in My studio
Today was a time for mostly resting and connecting; connecting with my old journals as I puttered around. It's only as we slow down that we find the gems to share with each other.That was today's studio time. When I sit... When I sit in the sunBy the window Slowly sipping my teaI feel the … Continue reading My Friday Studio:Sitting in My studio
First Snow, This Morning
We have snow On the hillsOpposite us. Just a dusting. Like icing sugar Sprinkled on a cake. The river flowsSalmon pinkunder the sun riseAnd dogs playIn the park below.No wonder DJumped back into bedFeeling like an icicle As he cuddled close to me.Now the earth prepares To sleep under Blankets of snow I find myself … Continue reading First Snow, This Morning