To me, writing is medicine. It’s like a warm cup of tea or a soft blanket draped around your shoulders in a moment you need it most. It’s also the crisp breeze or burst of fresh air on a cool fall day. Or the warm sunlight as it streams through the window and puts… Continue reading To me, writing is medicine.
Letting go of perfection for clarity, insight, and freedom instead.
As I play with putting together the pieces of my writing program in a new platform called Teachable... I've been thinking a lot about perfectionism. It is bringing me face to face, once again, over-and over-with this desire to have things be perfect -- just right. And there really is no such thing. We know… Continue reading Letting go of perfection for clarity, insight, and freedom instead.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Sending some heartfelt love to you today. A few months ago in meditation I received the message... Be the love. I remembered the quotation from Gandhi... "Be the change you wish to see in the world." And it occurred to me that we often think of this in terms of action. (Which is equally as… Continue reading Happy Valentine’s Day!
A new take on ribbon dancing.
I woke up this morning with an old blog post on my mind...a draft from a few years ago about ribbon dancing in the chaos of life that never got published. February always feels like kind of a funky month. It has always felt like a strange limbo land to me...not quite spring, and often… Continue reading A new take on ribbon dancing.
When you just need a little extra space.
As I stood in the yard with my sweet little Dino dog this morning, we wandered over to a different part of the yard--a spot we haven't spent time in for awhile. And I got a new perspective. As I looked up at a most magnificent tree in the far corner, by the fence... I… Continue reading When you just need a little extra space.
The determined little bee.
Much to Dino's dismay, a bee flew into the living room today. I pulled the nearby door wide open, all but putting up flares for guidance, but it could not find its way out. It was fixated on getting through the window with a tree just on the other side. It slammed its tough little… Continue reading The determined little bee.
Breathe. Relax. Allow.
This made me smile as I discovered it in my old writing folder... I hope you enjoy: Sitting on the exam table, I listened carefully as the physical therapist gave me instructions for the next exercise. This one, a stretch. I was to let my head to fall forward as far as it would go,… Continue reading Breathe. Relax. Allow.
Gentle afternoon rain.
Last week I attended a performance: gentle afternoon rain. It was warm enough outside that my bedroom window was open. As I finished cooking some veggies in the kitchen, I thought I heard a slight mist. It seemed so out of place with how bright the sun had been shining most of the afternoon. "Is… Continue reading Gentle afternoon rain.
A new kind of joy.
I don't remember exactly what the instructor said on the phone. I believe it was something related to teaching because I found myself filled with such resentment for the way teaching, as a profession, is viewed that I hung up the phone and began to cry. I'm too young to be this cynical, I thought. I… Continue reading A new kind of joy.
My place of peace.
Soft pink with delicate purple, and layers of periwinkle fill the sky. I watch as the sun rises, my body steady--sitting on a step at the center of the hostel grounds. I can feel the cool concrete underneath my legs. The sunlight warming my face. I spread manjar (also known as dulce de leche) on… Continue reading My place of peace.
Caitlin Sanders 