Finding My Way

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This week I feel a little bit nostalgic, and rather reflective. I have been talking about my blog to a few writer friends, and that prompted me to look over some of my older blog posts, and spruce them up a little bit. It is interesting to see how my blog has evolved, and how…
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It’s Not A Gift

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The ability to play football is not a gift. In fact, I don’t believe there really is anything that we are “gifted” with. The definition of gifted means “talented, accomplished, proficient, expert.” Society deems someone “gifted” when they are successful at what they set out to do. I’m going to argue that you may not even need…
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When We Just Do It…

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Just do it… The Nike advice is so very sound… Waking up early to climb up a steep mountain doesn’t always seem appealing, I realised today…  ? My waking feeling was that it was all rather hard, the terrain, the thin air, needing to do it early before the blazing sun appeared over the mountain…….
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So Many Questions…

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Last week I looked again at some important questions that this journey with Dax has raised recently and the answers that I have found so far. This whole process has been a very interesting one for me.  It has caused me to question so many things – myself, my approach, my abilities and my beliefs. …
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Blessed Water

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The water came on Valentine’s night, in small droplets as it does here in New Mexico’s desert after long periods of drought. But then, bit by bit, these drops became real rain, unabashed, filling the air with long-awaited moisture that seeped down into the thirsty earth. That night I stepped outside of my boyfriend’s house…
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Celebration With a Worry

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I started a face, scrambled of course. It started to have features of a bird and I continued making birds. Not so clear indeed. I did a cloud and a little piece of a plant. Then painted, a long process that lasted till the evening, with breaks of course. I liked the way it looked,…
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