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This is my first Sunday doing Morning Pages since being back home from pet sitting. This means that I’m not writing first thing in the morning. I usually drive an hour to have breakfast with my dad at 7 AM. I barely manage to get up at 5 AM to get on the road, so…
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It’s hard to believe that it’s Saturday again. The days fly by, which makes it more important for me to focus on what matters most. If I don’t make that a conscious choice, large chunks of time slip by, and I’ve missed opportunities to make progress on what matters most. I see progress more as…
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I stayed awake too late last night, probably from too much caffeine, so I didn’t want to get up at sunrise. But since it’s past peak hours (according to our power company), I can turn up the heat and sit in my recliner in the living room and use my new side table, which I…
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These colder temperatures have taken me by surprise. Thus, I was unprepared. I think today we have highs in the 50s, so that will be a nice break. My husband and I were out trying to do things that we’ve been meaning to do, like putting up the new house number I had made (ordered…
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Yesterday it occurred to me as I was setting up my Compassionate Presence that when I ask to be shown the vibration of my True Soul Self, there is an assumption that my True Soul Self is not already active – at least that has been my assumption. Is that the implication when first doing…
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Today I get to go home. I’ve been pet sitting for a week. I plan to visit the local stores to buy what I need that I can’t get so easily after getting back home. One of those items will be a frost cover for my largest lemon tree. After the first night’s dip in…
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It’s quite early – 5:08 AM. I’m doing Sunday breakfast with my Dad at 7 AM, so in order to do these Pages I had to get up extra early. For some reason I woke up shortly after 4:30 from a strange dream. Then Tilly, one of my pet sitting dogs, came back to snuggle…
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Yesterday I started reading a book of a woman’s musings in the morning. Little did I know it was actually her Morning Pages practice. It was one of those moments where I reacted with, “Dang it! Why don’t I listen to myself?!” Earlier this year, after being introduced to Dean Wesley Smith’s method of writing,…
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I enter my Garden Home on the terrace by the fountain stream (or creativity stream). I’m feeling the stone steps beneath me where I’m sitting that lead down to the stream. Around me, the leaves of the trees rustle in the wind. I listen as I watch the water flow by. Sanat comes up behind…