There was a gnome who came to live with the moose who sat on the shelf all day.
“You’re cute,” said the moose. “Not as cute as I am, perhaps, but you’ll do.”
“Why are we here?” asked the gnome. “What does it all mean?”
“We make people smile,” said the wise moose. “That is meaning enough.”
Of course you can.
Did somebody just say it couldn’t be done?
Or worse, did somebody just say you couldn’t do it – it’s beyond your capabilities or something you shouldn’t be doing, maybe when you have more experience or you’re older or something?
People always have reasons why you can’t do something.
But of course you can. Those other people aren’t inside you. They can’t know what you’re capable of. They can’t know how much it means for you to do this. They can’t know because they literally are not you.
Of course you can. You know what it takes, or if not, you know how to find out. And you want this enough to do the research, get started and do the work.
So all those voices who say you can’t do it – especially that tiny little voice inside yourself that wonders if everyone else is right?
Of course you can.
So go get started.
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A Bridge at Crossroads
When you are sad – for there will come a time when you are sad – remember a time you were so happy you wished this moment would last forever – because it does last forever as long as you remember.
When you are afraid – for there will come a time when you are afraid – remember a time when you felt so safe and comfortable you knew nothing could shake your world. Continue reading “My next book is out”
Years ago, when all we had was three acres of canvas and long before we built our home in 2012, I wanted to have wildflowers, so I bought an $8 box of seed that promised to cover 100 square feet with wildflowers, dug a 10 by 10 foot square in the field and scattered the box’s contents.
For the rest of that summer, the square of dirt mostly remained a hapless square of dirt, with a handful of scraggly plants that did not cover 100 square feet with much of anything. It was not a success by any means. Continue reading “Trust the wild flower”
Sitting with a vast vista of water in front of me and looking at Facebook. As an article loaded, I looked up and saw. What was I thinking? Powering down now.
(Facebook post of June 24, 2013.)
Monday — the day of beginnings. The day the cycle starts over.
The exhaustion of Friday is forgotten, the frustration of Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday past, and here is another fresh start.
Rested and refreshed, we begin the journey anew. Another chance to get it right. Another opportunity.
The race is on.
It’s a busy day, spring/summer finally here, 86 degrees with a chance of thunderstorms in the near future – but for now the sun is shining.
I’m at a picnic table at a park along the water – I snap a photo to illustrate whatever blog post might come of this writing. Oh my, writing! I have so much writing to do. Good thing I love to write, but even the things you love can become a chore when you have set expectations, right? Continue reading “Peace for a moment”
“I think, therefore I am.”
I am, therefore I create,
because we are made to make things,
made in the image of a creator,
the image of a creator will be a creator
… will be a creator …
Perhaps today you will make a poem or a novel or a painting or a sculpture or a novel or a short story or a glass bowl or a latte.
Today, perhaps, you will make a press release or an automobile or a bridge or a cellphone or a garden or a symphony, but
you will make. you will create.
It’s what we do.
because we are.
because we think.