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just start.: three years later...
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After three years, nearly 1000 hours of class and practical hours and a 3 1/2 hour exam. I have completed my final Pilates certification requirements. I'm done! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Hmmm not much. That's nice. REDINTEGRATE: to make whole again; to restore to a perfect state; to reestablish or renew. JEJUNE: naive, simplistic, superficial. GERMANE: being at once relevant and appropriate; fitting. All glory comes from daring to begin.". Eugene F. Ware.
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just start.: December 2014
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In 2014, I read. The Gifts of Imperfection. B Brown) - 1/8. W Lamb) - 1/10. M Gladwell) - 1/12. G Simsion) - 2/17. J Dobson) - 2/21. C Adichie) - 3/8. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone*. JK Rowling) - 3/8. L Moriarty) - 3/18. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. JK Rowling) - 4/11. N Ephron) - 4/14. S Collins) - 4/25. I Feel Bad About my Neck. N Ephron) - 5/2. S Collins) - 5/12. S Collins) - 5/20. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. JK Rowling) - 5/20. N Ephron) - 6/1. ehhh. The Rest of Us.
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just start.: twenty-fourteen
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It's been a good year. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Hmmm not much. That's nice. REDINTEGRATE: to make whole again; to restore to a perfect state; to reestablish or renew. JEJUNE: naive, simplistic, superficial. GERMANE: being at once relevant and appropriate; fitting. All glory comes from daring to begin.". Eugene F. Ware. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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just start.: right here
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I am watching myself change because I have changed the place I'm in.". Cozy on a comfy couch, in the company of four of my favorite persons on this planet, a dear old friend asked Paul and me recently, What are three things you love about where you are? I looked to Paul, Paul looked to me and the question hung heavily on the silence in the room. Paul broke it with eyes locked on mine. "I'm waiting for you," he explained. So I closed my eyes and tried to feel my way through. And with time, space and room ...
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just start.: July 2014
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We're nearly halfway through the summer, and a. S luck (grace) would have it, each of my children is at camp this week. I thought about cleaning house as I often do on Mondays, but the sun was shining and my book suddenly got good. So that was that. And today, it's raining - the torrential sort. Out of sorts and unclear; I've been creatively constipated. I've never been more grateful for rain. So before I'd even brushed my teeth, I began this day with a lunch pail and ziplock bags. and with the laund...
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just start.: catching fire
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It's raining cats and dogs outside. Although my space heater purrs on the far side of the room, my hands still feel cold. I'm wrapped in my blanket poised to write. Gratefully, there's wood in the wheelbarrow right outside the door and dry kindling in a large feed bag. I strike a match and shortly thereafter, the kindling ignites. I ask the question I've asked a hundred times before. I could write about this, I could write about that. I feel cold. My fire has fizzled. Silence. With more kindling clutched...
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just start.: October 2014
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Believe in what you don't yet understand.". A magnificent maple tree towers in the expanse of our backyard. Mighty arms stretch skyward, and offer fists full of chestnut, gold, green and tangerine to the clouds. A raging gale blows, leaves pirouette from above and fall to the ground below. A bountiful harvest of hand prints scatter green grass until it is no longer so. Soon we will rake, and we will rake, and still the leaves will fall. A storm returns. A flame is kindled. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. All wee...
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just start.: May 2014
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You may write me down in history. With your bitter, twisted lies,. You may tread me in the very dirt. But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? Cause I walk like I've got oil wells. Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,. With the certainty of tides,. Just like hopes springing high,. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Diggin' in my own back yard.
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just start.: September 2014
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Chop wood, carry water. Three weeks ago,. I was dirty, sweaty, smelly and beside myself with joy. Right now feels like that too. My kids are at school, my belly is full, my dishwasher runs, the heater at my feet is almost too hot and this sleepy, sloppy chair couldn't be any more uncomfortable. And in the way I often do, I've sunken into this chair in search of the little red, common threads that hold these things together. I went for a walk one morning while we were camping. Gave me a book and a hug bef...
