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Just Five Things

I have joined a week long exercise in mindfulness and community expansion this week. Created and run by Michelle GD, The Just Five Things Course is asking me to pause three times a day and list five things based on the prompt word of the day. I must admit that “Gratitude” was a hard prompt for me to be inspired by yesterday. However, what came to my attention is that maybe I truly need way more intentional time carved out for myself for my well being. My boundaries are a little wobbly sometimes. Today is Home and I wanted to share my submission with you…Just Five Things on Shalavee.com

“Home”  for Tuesday day May 19th 

Morning
– Comfort and space as cats await my exit from my bed
– Lack of time to myself and chatter and coffee
– Doingness, planning, managing, and watching the redhead’s mood
– Rifle through clothing that I’d rather burn than wear
– Bandits escape and return from shopping to unpack back into kitchen space aka my home office

Afternoon
– Dance of devices in silent and interrupting circles
– The smell of Homemade Chicken noodle soup and lemony clean kitchen floor
– Another escape and return, a walk about a town where my kids grew up noticing every abandoned plant,
– Collage art and blog posts written in my craftroom, a mostly unoccupied space just for me
– Safe inside with windows open watching the winds tear at the world

This evening, I want home to hold me still and keep quiet while I spend some time alone.
There’ll be a bath time but I may be released from my duties.
There’ll be a dinner. I’m voting leftovers. The proof that I have had a purpose even though there’s seemingly nothing to show for it. There’ll be my people around me laughing and being them while I be me.
And hopefully I can take a journal and a book to bed and relax into sleep.

Plus, I made a list and did both the things on it. Technically I am no longer listless. Hope this inspires you to stop and look at your day in a different way. 

 

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A Quarter of the Way Through the 100 Day Project 2020

This is the third year in a row that I am participating in the 100 Day Project. Also known as the 100 Day Challenge, it is an opportunity to create something for 100 days in a row, yes, but it’s really a portal into self-trust. Because once you prove your worthy of showing up for for 100 days, you feel pretty darn invincible.

 

A Quarter of the Way Through the 100 Day Project 2020 on Shalavee.com

A Quarter of the Way Through the 100 Day Project 2020 on Shalavee.com

A Quarter of the Way Through the 100 Day Project 2020 on Shalavee.com

So in an effort to keep track of my progress here on the blog, I’m posting a collage of the first 27 days or so. If you want to see my daily progress as it unfolds, you can follow/stalk me on Instagram or Facebook as I make collages on tiny little cards daily until sometime in July, 2020.

Go HERE to see the first two weeks of the 100 Days of Shalagh 2019.

Go HERE to see days 19 through 35 of the 100 Days of Shalagh 2019.

Go HERE to see days 36 through 69 of the 100 Days of Shalagh 2019 aka my 100 day project.

Go HERE to see days 70 through 100 of the 100 Day Project 2019.

Go HERE for a definition and the home of the project. Or search the #100DayProject hashtag on social media.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

 

Tomorrow begins the 100 Day Challenge 2020

I am a firm believer that creativity builds self-trust and thwarts anxiety. I spent a lot of time studying the inverse relationship between creativity and anxiety. So much so that I have deemed myself an Ambassador to Creativity. As such, I am always wanting to create ways that we can create together. And participating in the #100 Day Project has been one of those ways.

I have completed the project two years in a row. I was very pleased with my results from the first year when I validated my suspicion that I could draw with pastels and pencils. As a study in mindfulness, I drew an object from my life or my household or my past daily. See the wrap up post for 2018’s project HERE . The second year, I just did collages on postcards which also doubled as my contribution to the ICAD (index card a day) challenge. See the Wrap up for 2019’s project HERE and all the links within for the posts prior.

The trick to this challenge is always to put yourself to something daily that won’t take anymore than 15 to 30 minutes. I’ve seen people do haikus and quick embroidered quilt squares. You have to be able to actually do it. Because in the first couple weeks, it’s easy to give up. But there’s a point when the creating becomes a habit, a need, and a sort of religious-like discipline.

The 100 day challenge starts tomorrow and I am still not exactly sure what I’m choosing to do but I do know that there has truly never been a better time to take on this sort of creative challenge than right now. And I look forward to connecting with other like creative minds and cheer them on as they create a positive memory in a time that feels more than a little negative.

Feel free to get in touch with me via any of my social media platforms listed below. I love connecting with people.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

First Two Weeks of Our Creative March 2020

As I explained thoroughly in this post, A Creativity Challenge For March 2020, I’ve hosted month long creative challenges before but it’s been a while. And this time, I was asked to provide some prompts for the writers and poets to use. But mostly, I just encouraged people to join in with whatever they were creating that day.

A Creativity Challenge For March '20 on Shalavee.com

And this is what I posted today to reinforce my intentions for this challenge:

I urge you, remind you to honor yourself as one of those things of beauty each day of this month of March. Recognize your gifts to yourself through your creativity. Honor them, as small a la they may be. These are so necessary and these steps what #OurCreativeMarch is all about. This is what creative community is here for. This is what we’re here for.

Ps. The prompts were just if you needed inspo. They are not a reason to not create. Nor is the fact that you can’t come daily, come weekly to honor your creativity. Our muse welcomes yours.”

 

 

I take a walk and I’m open

To the cold breeze burning my face

To the love songs of birds in the trees

To whatever the muse might be offering me

to see, to be, to make, to believe today.

Tantalizing tidbits, clues to the muse

Lie everywhere within, without

I’m open to the grab and go
Of my creativity here, then,

Whenever is all I have. . .

 

 

 

Day 3 #OurCreativeMarch — Stillness– .

In the place where there’s no distraction, no anxious ball bouncing around my head. The cool quiet stillness of thoughts flowing towards creative destinations. This thought for that place and that thought for the future. . Mindful meditative delicious unproductivity.

 

First Week of Our Creative March 2020 on Shalavee.com

 

 
 
 
 
 
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Day 6 of the #OurCreativeMarch … . I spent all day creating a mermaid party motif in my house. Gosh I hate crepe paper streamers. I spent the other half of my day cooking crustless quiche, german potato salad, and chicken noodles soup for my son who has a sneezy cold today. Plus all of the laundry. My body is exhausted from all the creating but I am pleased she’ll have her birthday party at home. It’s not clean but it’s too distracting to notice. Tomarrow morning, I’ll make the homemade chocolate cake too. . #ourcreativeselves #creativityfound #innerartist #createeveryday #creativemamas #creativepractice #alifeofintention #theartofslowliving #bedeeplyrooted #bepresent #collectivelycreate #arthealsthesoul #creativechallenge #createdaily #taleswithfriends

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Day 10 of #OurCreativeMarch. “It’s a memory kind of sky” -REM- .

First two Week of Our Creative March 2020 on Shalavee.com

 

Day 11 of #OurCreativeMarch … Silence .

On my walk to the gym, I took pictures that reflected silence to me. And after editing them, thought perhaps there was a movie app I could use. And there was. And I did. Created in a whole new way today. Hey! And then it wouldn’t upload! Facebook was fine but not IG. No. Booooo! I am sad but here are the pictures. Technology, grumble grumble.

There was a birthday party in the middle of all of this and that counted for a major amount of creating. I decorated lots, made a pin the tail on the mermaid, and some food including the cake.

Crediting ourselves for the efforts we make to create a life worth living, that’s what I am getting at with this challenge. And beyond March comes the 100 day challenge in April.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

A Fictional Writing Piece on the Corona Virus by My Son Eamon Peach

I was not surprised when my children’s artistic talents began to emerge. My son could draw pretty well and at age 8, he began to play the piano. The rest is history. He took to it so fast, it was always what he’d been good at, he’d just not gotten a chance to play yet.

In addition to piano, he also plays the bass clarinet for both his high school marching band and a large local community band. And one night, he forgot to bring his instrument home from school. So while his fellow community band members were practicing, he spent the time writing the following short story on the subject topic that seems to be worrying the world currently; the Corona Virus.

She wakes, and looks at her phone. The news reports a “rapidly spreading plague” in China, supposedly set to become an epidemic. She laughs to herself, figuring this type of stuff happens all the time, in her modern world, this could never happen, just like WW3, it was an amusing thought, but it passed. She walks into her kitchen, pours herself some coffee, and sits down. Jumping to reddit, she notices quite a lot of memes and such about this new “corona virus”. She chuckles, this is definitely a joke of a disease.

About a month later…

She wakes, and looks at her phone, the news reports that the “corona virus” has several confirmed cases in the US, a few in Australia, and is still rapidly spreading in Asia. It supposedly gotten to the point where several smaller countries have stopped imports and transportation from China in an attempt to stop the spread. She shakes her head; “well that’s something” she tells herself, walking to the kitchen. Her roommate steps out from his room, coughing and bleary-eyed. He says it’s just a common cold, she reassures herself, a little scared at first.

At work..

Several of her coworkers are out today, believed to be sick. Her boss tells everyone there’s been a cold spreading about, nothing to be concerned about, use germ-ex or whatever. She sighs in relief and continues her day.

A few weeks later…

She wakes, and looks at her phone, the news, reporting mass fatalities in China, and areas of quarantine in some of its urban regions. Other countries near China have done the same, some successful, some not. Other western countries, such as Greenland and Sweden have completely shut off all contact with infected countries, claiming they can sustain themselves, and that it’s: “worth the risk”. Economists worldwide are warning against this, saying although it will delay the plague, it will ruin the economies of some countries, making their contributions to the plague insignificant. She shudders, and walks to the kitchen, she hears a thinking from her roommates room, and peeks inside. He’s on the ground, face first, unconscious, and practically choking on his own vomit. She screams and feels a wave of nausea wash over her. Panicking, she tries to figure out ways to help him, before remembering reading somewhere that you  in these types of situations, you should roll them onto their sides, at least that’s what she thinks she remembers. She rolls him, taking several tries, onto his side, and a stream of green runs from his mouth onto the carpeted floor. She look away and dials 911, so many thoughts running through her mind, what if he died? What if she caught it? What if she died?

911, what’s your emergency?”

My roommate, I, uh, found him lying on the floor, I don’t know if he’s dead, he had a col-“

Ma’am we’ll be there as soon as we can, thank you.”

-click-

The next day, at work…

Welp, it looks like we’re shutting down, nobody can afford us anymore, not with the sudden depression the country’s been having, they all withdrew their money and left, haven’t had a single deposit anywhere in the system since Wednesday.” Her boss exclaims to her and the rest of the employees.

She walks slowly home, head down, slowly realizing how hopeless her life has become. She sees a man arguing with a figure in a business suit, the man seems extremely upset, and the suited person hands him a paper. The man crumbles to his knees and pleads. She turns away from the scene to bump into a cloaked man, who was running down the sidewalk, sputtering and coughing. A few seconds later, a pursuing figure, a police officer of a sort, runs after the man, yelling for him to stop. She decides to visit her grocery store later in the day, just in case anything were to… go wrong.

A day or so later…

She wakes, hungry. She is afraid to look at her phone, but does it anyway. The first thing she notices is a notification from her phone company saying data for the next month will have to be paid within the next week or the user’s phone will be shut off. She sighs, at this point, it’s not a surprise, just another problem in what’s looking to be the downward spiral of her life. The news reports that this will be it’s last report, as they will soon go bankrupt. The news however, makes her wish they’d gone bankrupt far before she read it. All of east Asia has fallen into anarchy, lucky countries, such as Australia, have managed to keep it to martial law, out of desperation. Business in Europe is rapidly declining, and border policies are infinitely more strict than at any time before. The claim to a nation with no infected citizens has become a bragging right, and cure research is few and far between, claiming they have been: “actively working towards a solution”. She walks to her kitchen, and prepares the breakfast she had rationed for herself the night before. She takes a glance at the door to her roommates room, it doesn’t even look like a room anymore, bundles of quarantine tape around it, with a smell of chemicals. Everything inside has been destroyed, tampered with to the point of destruction, or nabbed by she assumes to be the government for the cause of “science”.

A few days later…

She puts on her “outside” suit, as she’d come to call it, a combination of torn apart hazmat suits and other items she thought would help her not join the many millions of casualties in the massive quarantine zone that was her city. She takes a step outside, and looks upon the wonderful wasteland outside of her apartment building. Blood and other unusual liquids paint streaks in the road, and bodies litter the street as if dispensed from a chute in the sky. She begins her morning jog to the store, hoping to meet with the usual survivors to trade random commodities and talk about how miserable life was nowadays.

After a saddening encounter with a barely alive.. definitely infected.. thing, chasing her, she finally reaches the store. To her utmost surprise, the store is completely leveled, and there is evidence of the appearance government appearance on site, mostly the scorch marks and tire treads made from what was obviously the government’s “quarantine division”, whose job was to pick off all the citizens of a quarantined zone. She reasoned the government thought it was more  “efficient”. She was glad she’d been late to the meeting here, the quarantine division had most likely caught on to where they’d been meeting, and struck a couple of easy targets. Tough luck for them, she thought, and continued about her day.

That night…

She gasped, and awoke. Around her was not what she usually woke up to, she looked over a planet, the earth, or so it seemed. It was different, yellow and brown, she could sense there was no life there, nothing, just nothing.

It’s not impossible, just improbable.

If it’s improbable, it’s still possible.”

a short story by Eamon Peach

For fear that this never got published, I really wanted to put this here. Of course, I think it’s very good, I’m his mother. And I hope that college finds him polishing his writing skills. Meanwhile, he’s just an average American young man about to turn 15 years old.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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