“Oh, What Do You Write?”…Hmm

What exactly do I write here? Good question, good question. Sometimes it feels like a public writing journal, jottings and random and drafty, not too polished, I know my intent overall is to share positive energy, on a good day actually inspire some, maybe a lot, To do good, help others, think differently, more inclusively, …

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Draw The Line

So many different references this simple phrase represents; it all boils down to a parameter. That which you don’t want to cross. Looking back to Monday, it was a company holiday, but I’d been thinking about doing a little work anyway as a primer for the week. I resisted. I drew the line at working …

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Lyrics Post: “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”

This one from the animated movie, another gem, “Encanto“, SO good. My kids walking around the house singing this song, the chorus anyway, catchy, fun…err, joy…truly, a little splash of joy. [Pepa:] We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno, but It was my wedding day [Félix:] It was our …

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All We Do

Personal Life, Home Life, Work Life, Social Life, Service Life, all we do, how to do?! How to balance, prioritize, attend, Say Yes, say No, how and when, when when when? Find the bits, find the time, find it within yourself each hour, each day, For all you do, all the demands and pulls and …

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Common

Not the musician, though I should write about him someday, because I don’t know anything about him. For this post, rather, I’m talking about the word that indicates ordinary, regular, hmm...maybe accustom. As in, accustom to something. Common, like nothing extraordinary. It’s a common theme in life, the concept of change. Change, adjusting, accommodating. Maybe …

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Is It Normal?

As the new year gets under way I recall a couple days back, standing in my garage, listening to the rain subside, looking out through the door to the darkness in the backyard. There I was, shapeshifter, projecting forward, writing about the past. My own little take on shape-shifting, maybe more seer forward, looking back. …

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