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The heat of the semi-South has descended upon us. Having to catch up with everything means fits and spurts of everything and that’s just how I can handle the outdoors. Out then in. Out then in. I think that’s how I handle life too. I talk myself into hopes and dreams. I go get it…
I was so nervous when I created that fist blog post and sent it out. I had lamented over the WordPress theme. But I really needed the excuse to show up to write regularly and so my blog at Shalavee.com was born in August of 2011. I think. My daughter Fiona was born less than…
What does it take to create a new perspective? First it takes you being so sick of the story you’ve been telling that you will do almost anything to rewrite the one you’ve been living. The new year was approaching, and I needed a new story. I made few decisions ahead of time. One of…
Every week, I suppose, is a test of what I am made of. Life checks to see if I am paying attention. Testing, testing, is this person on? Do I have the will and the stamina to keep doing what I’ve been doing. Will my hope sustain me through the tough patches? And, as they…
Two women I know from my online community, and for whom I have great respect, both spoke in their newsletters about how they felt twitchy about feeling slowed down and awaiting things. The global trend to embrace the slow life as a way of living sounds so lovely but it’s a whole other thing to…
What a struggle it is not to succumb to one’s self doubts. I lose my way in that forest of can’ts and shoulds and wander aimlessly about hoping for a little light to peek through the canopy and show me the way. Sometimes it’s just a matter of waiting. I wait for my mood and…
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. I made…
I became so tired of the hurry, scurry, and worry. As I read blog posts and Instagram posts about how people had experienced adrenal gland burn out from all the anxiety juice they were pumping into their bodies, I understood even more my own addiction to Doing. In my case, the anxiety manifested into stomach…
Since I had Fiona, I have been unable to regain my gardening mojo. The very thing that brought me to buy a house, dirt to plant a garden in, had become a burden I was buried under. Looking every year at my overgrown garden overwhelmed and depressed me. Last year, I made a charitable donation…
I’d tell you to stop me if you’ve heard this but you probably have heard it and I certainly can’t stop repeating myself. In my post Re-Being Me, I mentioned how I feel like I’m just now coming back from my post tail spin turned time out when I took a seat, dialed it all…
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