Elated about Joining Creativity With My Heart

This word “elated” felt slightly frustraiting to me. Why?, I asked myself. I struggled to figure out why I felt no inspiration about this prompt word for week 33 of Intuitive Collage. I didn’t even want to do it and I thought about skipping the week. Hmmm…. As usual, when I struggle with a word…

Magical Christmas

Happy Christmas to all bloggers, visitors, friends – well everyone and anyone who happens to catch this post. I just want to say that I’m really grateful to everyone who leaves a like or a comment. I have not been posting very much this past year mostly because of lack of time, so I really…

Return Trip Reflections

I just got back from a whirlwind cross-country drive with my daughter. I wanted to blog along the way but didn’t really have the time or means to do that. I barely managed to post on Facebook most days as our trip had a deadline – my flight home. We were also staying in the…

Re-Fresh-ing my Wall

I’ve been a bit behind in terms of posting here lately, so today is catch up day. Sharing photos for last weeks WordPress Photo Challenge – Wall, and this weeks challenge – Fresh. Yes, two posts with one click. Somehow they fit well together, because I have to keep my Wall Fresh. I use the…

New Year – New Me

I like to start off each new year by reminding myself of what I accomplished in the past year, or by thinking about all the good things that happened. I don’t think I made a New Year’s post for 2014, but my New Year’s post for 2013 was an “I Did It” list instead of a new…

Meditation My Way

People often think of meditation as being something you have to take time out of your schedule to do, something you have to learn, or something you have to practice. I suppose it is that way for many people, but I prefer to think of it as something natural that we have always been inclined…

I Met My Heart Today

There it was, beating so rhythmically, beautifully, never missing a beat. It reminded me of a Salsa dancer and it made me want to dance too. I stared in amazement at this living, pulsating thing that hides inside my chest. Unlike even the best Salsa dancer, it never stops, it keeps pumping to it’s own…