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Sumptuous Summer Time

I never sleep in. Until Summer. This Sunday morning, I was so languorous in bed, my ear hurt from laying on it. And after I rose and descended the stairs for my first cup of coffee, there were no children demanding things of me. Luxurious sumptuous Summer Time. Remembering my creative soul life.

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I made a loving breakfast of last chance potatoes, mushrooms, eggs, and thyme from my porch garden. And now I sit listening to the Sleepy Hollow radio program on WXPN with my daughter arting on the floor with her markers coloring seascapes. My hand resting on a furry friend on the back of the couch, feet up on a stool, and the whoosh of cool air from the air vent keeping the tickle of sweat from blooming. Lukewarm coffee still in my cup as I make kind comments on Instagram.

Summer expands in the moment when you stop to feel it. Appreciation of where you are always makes everything feel shinier. Hope is worth the effort to stop and feel it.

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Falling Away

I am always battling with who I think I am. I strip off parts and then I forget parts. Bits of me fall away from me like sand and I begin to disappear in the wind. It’s as if I have to remind myself of who I am. Again and again and again.

I can hear the “can” coming in and out. I can hear “my life is good” going in and out.

It is these decisions about my now and future life that shade my satisfaction of my now. And there is nothing else more important besides my now. Ever.

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Pride and Shame

I crave that feeling of pride I get when I complete a project that was a little challenging. I want the pride that little kids wear on their faces after they draw a picture and come to show you it. I felt that way this weekend when I staged a beautiful Garden Party along with a substantially revamped garden. But before that, all I felt was shame for that garden.

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Yesterday I considered that the opposite of pride is shame. I can tell myself that I should be doing such and such and feel ashamed that I am not making progress on that “should” task. It’s impostor syndrome and fear of success all rolled up into a “I’m wasting my talents every day” thing. But it is Shame all the same.

I do not feel I am as bold as my male counterpart with that BS bravado that says, “Sure I Can Do That !”. I believe there’s an undercurrent in society that encourages men to be fearless and love themselves and sabotages women with esteem issues and the need to take care of everyone else but ourselves.

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Our creative female nature is a gift and yet we are discouraged from it. And so creativity is shameful. But I feel such an amount of pride when I create. My art and my children are my honest creations which fuel me with pride. That lets me know that creativity is the place and the voice I want to proudly live inside. And the shame feelings are a warning that I need to rewrite the doom spell I have cast.

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

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