Present moments and future pleasures. #NaBloPoMo

30 Day Blog Challenge, Personal Narrative, Spirituality, Temple Building
Love in the past is a memory. Love in the future is a fantasy. To be really alive, love — or any other experience — must take place in the present. ~Jack Kornfield I don't want to get too caught up in what's next. I want to enjoy what's now. (While still excited about what's next.) I'll admit that's been hard the past few months. After a period of dormancy, my life is in the full bloom of spring. It's glorious. I have big plans and I'm working toward them day by day. Still, I find myself saying things like, I can't wait until... Now, I want to be clear: There's absolutely nothing wrong with being excited about the future, no matter whether future means five years or five minutes. But being…
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Today’s rainbow…musings from a traveler. #NaBloPoMo #amwriting.

30 Day Blog Challenge
I. Today I wore a turquoise wrap. Peacock blue, to be precise. Smug and perky, a bright splash of joy draped across my shoulders, I took in the scene on the airport tram. Shook my head at the stoic wall of black-navy-gray. Oh, what a spot of color wouldn't do to add a dose of cheer... II. Walking through the security line, my eyes spotted a fellow smug and perky. The slight smile on his face framed by a bright red sweater. He strolled, weaving through the stanchions with an air of confidence and a hint of fun. It was the red. I know it. III. My window seat afforded me a perfect view of the bay set against the pink-orange dusk. Smug and perky overcome by the sinking realization…
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Roots. #NaBloPoMo.

30 Day Blog Challenge
Today's topic is a stream of consciousness. I recently realized that weekly traveling isn't really good for someone like me. By someone like me I mean someone who needs to be grounded. Whenever I travel, my spirit has to catch up. There's a delay from an hour, up to a day, before I feel like I'm truly back in my body. This is especially true when I'm flying away from home. I have an arsenal of grounding exercises, although in hotels I find that drinking lots of water and sitting still for an hour or so helps a lot. Nesting helps as well. I can't live out of the suitcase. I have to unpack and organize and arrange things. Otherwise I just feel flustered and disoriented. I've done the weekly…
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Abiding Love

Love, Personal Narrative
Some years are made for themes. They begin with declarations, resolutions, bucket lists, big bangs, and the like. Two years ago I opened 2011 fierce, bold, courageous. As if 3.5 years of grad school weren't enough, in 2011 I found myself desirous of more profound and personal challenges. I wanted to face things that scared me. Push myself beyond self-imposed limitations. Despite the steps I took to face seeming fears out there, I soon discovered the real fears were within. Towering at times. Moments of clarity and honesty produced tools for dismantling and dissolving. I chiseled and chipped and melted fears after hours of prayers, reflection, and tearful storytelling. Truth-telling to the one I lied most often: me. 2012 did not open with a declaration. And throughout the year I…
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