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Blessed seeds

Jan 2nd, 2013
by Amy.
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I put this quote up over at Live it to the Full for the first post of 2013. I really like it. I want to put it here too.

Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed. ~Muriel Rukeyser

There is a feeling stirring in me. Like this is a place where I still have things to say. I have 55 minutes left in the first day of 2013, so it seems like I good time to start. Time to plant some seeds in the fresh soil of the new year.

Gratitude is the seed I have and this is what I am grateful for today.

  1. A loving man who wants to marry me (he even asked and I said yes!).
  2. Beautiful amazing children even when they come home with high fevers and nasty ear infections.
  3. A dog that the groomers fight over because she is so sweet.
  4. The best friends and most supportive family a girl could ever have.
  5. The ability to run six miles (even though I was supposed to go 7 today, I still made it for 6 and that rocks my socks yo).

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Reverb 11 : Day 1 – 5

Dec 5th, 2011
by Amy.
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December Day 5. How on earth did that happen?

I noticed my dear friend Ramona is participating Reverb 11 this year. Last year I tried it and did pretty well. Fizzled out at the end but I got some good reflection time out of it. I hadn’t seen much about it this year and I guess the originators of Reverb 10 have nothing to do with Reverb 11. It’s nice to see someone has taken up the baton with it.

Day 1

Encapsulate 2011 in one word.

In January I had chosen trust as my word for the year. I was working on Ali Edwards One Little Word project and it seemed like the best word for me. Trust issues seemed to plague me my whole life and I have a great talent in creating the scenarios I seem to fear most. I spent most of the year working it out and it came down to the simple concept of trusting myself. If I have that I’m golden. It’s taken me the greater part of the year, but I feel like I chose the right word, I did the right work, and I’m ready to move forward with this word, this feeling, as I thing I understand and practice.

Day 2

What, or whom, did you let go of this year? Why?

Anxiety. Oh I still have it, but it doesn’t rule me anymore. I can notice it (most of the time) before it gets the better of me. I have come a long way, however, it not letting anxiety run my life.

Day 3

What are your ambitions? What do you do each day that doesn’t contribute to/detracts from your ambitions? Can you eliminate it?

This is one area I have become really focused on over the last year. I want to live a happy, fulfilling life. I have created a company that seeks to help others do the same. I focus on my health and well-being and that of my family. In this perspective I am quite literally living my dream. The trick is to stay cognizant of that fact and appreciate it every day.

Day 4

What healed you this year? Was it sudden, or a drip-by-drip evolution? How would you like to be healed in 2012?

Trusting myself, forgiving myself, believing in myself. All this is capable because I finally get it. And I have the most amazing people in my life. The most dedicated loving man I could have ever imagined; the most challenging, smart, creative, beautiful children; the best family and friends a girl could ever dream of. I am blessed truly and healed by love.

Day 5

If a film were made about ONE thing that happened to you in 2011, what would the film be called? Describe the plot/story.

I’m going to take a by on this one. No idea where to start. Don’t really want to relive this year even in movie land. Loving today and looking forward to the future.

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Hasty Retreat

Nov 6th, 2011
by Amy.
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Beat a hasty retreat

Back to when you were pure and true.

Run as fast as you can

While you try to find her.

Word of warning:

She’s not there.

She is you and she is gone and

She was never really who you thought her to be.

Waiting to be older and wiser was

A game played in vain.

All that time waiting and you lost out on living

In the moment, in the glorious moment.

So beat your hasty retreat only beat it back

To here where all is tainted and jaded and

More true than you ever imagined

Life and love would be.

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A chill in the air

Oct 4th, 2011
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Today is a good day. I’m short on sleep and long on coffee and I most definitely may not have talked the ear off a good friend or two this morning. The makings of a good day? Who knew!

I left the house before the sun was up so I dressed in jeans and long sleeves then hung out in my basement when I returned to continue to pretend that the weather post-sunrise was chilly and fall-like.

I live in Colorado, you see. Where we keep this secret closely guarded. It’s about the weather. It’s mostly lovely. All year long.

As fall has some people dreading the oncoming winter, where the snow will come and not go away for months, I am wishing it would be, well, more fallish. I love the fall! Cool breezes. Colorful leaves. Comfy clothes! It’s my favorite.

So, Kim. You can add “Come visit Colorado” to your survival kit. I’d love to have you!

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Life and death

Sep 14th, 2011
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Where I’m From

Aug 9th, 2011
by Amy.
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I’m from somewhere in between the lines on the page and the rules in the book, where I once thought I had it all figured out to where I had not one single clue to somewhere between knowing and not knowing and finally finding a happy place.

I’m from a short-lived romance and years of sorting it all out, where two young people played and paid, to one stayed and one wandered away.

From the back room of a beauty parlor fragrant with permanent solution and the front seat of a Marlboro smoke filled ford pick-up truck.

I’m from farms, small towns and mid-sized cities.

I’m from fiercely, sometimes frighteningly, independent and strong women. From women’s rights and making something of yourself from nothing.

I’m from Atari and Intellivision and the land of latch-keys.

I’m from way too interested in boys way too early to being so surrounded by them now I sometimes can’t see through the clouds of testosterone.

I’m from long lines of irrigation pipe in a field of alfalfa and fifty-cent soda pops at a golf course with sand greens and a screwed up lesson in economics.

I’m from double features at the drive-in, the Grease soundtrack on permanent rotation and Thriller. From Hungry Like the Wolf and Shout at the Devil to Fight for Your Right.

I’m from chicken fried steak with cream gravy and enchilada casserole.

I’m from purple mountain majesty and the fruited plain.

I’m from The Wizard of Oz once a year every year without fail. From Star Wars before they were ruined with prequels.

I’m from the harsh reality of junior high to nearly giving up in high school. I’m from barely getting into college and taking six years to get out and still not knowing what I want to do with my life.

I’m from schnitzel and bratwurst and pilsner to lots and lots of Eurpoean chocolate.

I’m from trying too hard to make the wrong things work and not trying hard enough on things that matter. From stand by my man Tammy Wynette style to running away with the best man style.

I’m from doing it all wrong and somehow still getting it right.

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True North

Jul 27th, 2011
by Amy.
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I’m sitting in the middle of a room, quite literally surrounded by so many materials for inspiring creativity. I have craft papers, a scrap-booking project (really?) paints, glue, markers, pencils, you name it. All my jewelry making stuff is upstairs in a closet and needs to come down here too. I am currently coveting a sewing machine and want to badly to make my own pillows. I have a whole bucket full of knitting supplies about four feet to my left.

I love my studio and the potential that it represents. I have enough creative course content in my inbox to keep me busy for days.

You know what having all this creative ephemera does to me. It energizes my soul to do creative work, even if I don’t touch one bit of the materials. Knowing that they are there and that I will get around to employing them is enough for me. My creative juices are stirred. I can focus better.

Just this week my laptop which I still think of as new (3-4 years old) and is apparently an electronic relic started behaving in a very relicy way replete with hourly shows by the blue screen of death band. So as a work around I am now set up on a smoking fast desktop machine in the middle of my studio and I feel so inspired.

I have found my true north in my life and it is a journey down a creative path. It’s not a destination. It’s a direction. It’s the promise of daily inspiration, big doses of smiles and lots of love from family and friends.

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Diverted

Jun 28th, 2011
by Amy.
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Have you seen my new baby? Have a minute to check it out? Come see!

 

I’ve convinced some people to take a chance on this idea I had, mainly Aleece and Christen and then I began asking people I find inspirational to participate.

Guess what? They’re saying YES! It’s so exciting!

First on the docket are the wonderful Liz Lamoreux, Jenna McGuiggan and Vivienne McMaster teaching a course called Emerge.

Come see what we’ve got going  on over there! Join our mailing list to keep apprised of new events (first retreat Oct 5 – 9 being announced this week!).

So that’s where I’ve been in case you were wondering. Lots of good stuff happening!

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Jun 13th, 2011
by Amy.
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Neglect can run deep in my life.

For my health, for my dog, for my blog.

Stress about keeping on top of it all

Is a game I no longer play with myself.

He calls it our innate humanity.

We are fallible and imperfect.

I’m reaching out to touch moderation.

Take her hand like a long lost friend.

She waits for me. Patiently.

Today I will celebrate the small things.

You reminded me this morning

To do something for myself.

I skirted the assignment.

I’ve yet to decide.

There is beauty in your reminder

As your life crumbles down.

I took five minutes during lunch today and not breakfast and it felt so good to write. Maybe this is my small thing. Are you on the newsletter list for Live it to the Full yet? Registration opens this week for our premiere course, Emerge!

 

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Alchemy Day 4

May 4th, 2011
by Amy.
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The What Edge

I skid to a stop. It’s foggy here. A shimmering translucent fog.  I poke my finger into the fog and tingles run through my arm.

The sign to the left of me says “The What Edge: make of it what you will.” I have the vaguest sense that I have been here before.

I look back at the trail behind that brought me to this place. There are people smiling and others with looks of concern. There are stacks of paper being picked up by the wind and tossed about. A young boy with redish-brown hairs waves to me then puts the headphones hanging around his neck back into his ears and runs off down a path of his own.

A few others wave and turn away. They have walked with me on this path for as long as they could. They have other paths to explore now. Maybe the other side of The What Edge will join up with them again.

I start to tear up for a minute. I don’t know what waits on the other side. I know only that it is fraught with possibility. A mist brushes  my cheek from the fog. I turn back to the trail behind one more time. I say, “Thank you,” loudly, to no one in particular. To everyone. I say, “Thank you,” again quietly to myself as I turn back to face the fog of The What Edge.

There is a hand stretched toward me from inside the fog. It’s open and ready for me to place my own hand in its grasp. The sign reminds me to make of it what I will. I take the hand in mine. Gently the fingers close. I step forward into the fog slowly. I know you are there to walk this new path with me on the other side.

I turn back one more time to see. There he is. Another little boy. Tears stream down his cheeks. I call to him and he runs. With my free hand I pick him up and he holds on tight. “It’s a new journey,” I say to him. “Some things will remain the same, but many other things will change. I’ll never let you go though. I promise.”

And we step through the foggy curtain of The What Edge.

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