Author Archives: the.way.i.bee
Showing My Work: Winter is coming . . .
Find my thoughts focused on the shift in the weather. A step more solidly toward winter. (In meditation) I saw a blizzard. All white; all quiet. Felt the cold without and drew on the warmth within. Slow. Need to slow … Continue reading
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Tagged darkness, draw within, simplicity, slow down, stream of consciousness writing, winter
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Showing My Work . . . Seeking Silence
Faith and practice. Faith always stayed strong but the practice . . . When I attended Quaker Meeting regularly, it was so easy to slip into the silence. To pause the outside world and let the inner world unfold and … Continue reading
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Tagged faith and practice, quakerism, silence, stream of consciousness writing
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Showing My Work…… Why I Need to Meditate
Crazy how hard it is to quiet the mind. So hard to focus on the task at hand, whatever that task may be. I can’t seem to truly give anything my undivided attention. Divided. It is what it is. My … Continue reading
Scribble scrabble…
I’ve decided to take a turn in my blog… So much of my writing time of late has been spent doing automatic, stream of consciousness writing. Writing is how I process information. I can’t concentrate on a single topic to … Continue reading
First steps
I wore a bikini. I wore a bikini on a beach in plain sight of everyone in broad daylight. I realize this doesn’t sound like much of an accomplishment. But this was my first time. I once had a very … Continue reading
Posted in Family Circus, Live and Learn
Tagged bikini phobia, growing, inner critic, self concept
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Just a thought
Maybe we are all meant to be a note in some grand masterpiece of music. The moments where we feel most wonderfully alive come when we broadcast our note to the Universe and find it sweetly sings in tune.
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung . . .
I’ve always just kind of hoped I’d find this one great truth about myself that, once discovered, would open me to understanding my purpose. The more I dug for it, the deeper it hid. I’ve searched for meaning in books, … Continue reading
Ain’t no time to hate . . .
I guess I didn’t really know what to expect when I went to testify against the people who robbed me. I thought maybe I’d be intimidated by their stares. Maybe they would threaten me in some way. Or maybe I’d … Continue reading
Nothing’s gonna change my world . . .
I was robbed. On my birthday which I share with my grandfather as I knelt on his grave, my purse was stolen from my car. I tried to chase them in my clogs and the rain but they were gone. … Continue reading
Just breathe . . .
Life is just so busy . . . I can barely hang on to a thought sometimes. I stop to catch my breath. Or actually feel my breath. Focusing all of my attention on its rhythm and finding that peace that … Continue reading
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