When I was growing up I spent an awful lot of time and energy rebelling. Parental guidelines, not society in general. The parental boundaries felt like a steel band stopping me from living and breathing. once to this rebellion was an innate sense of rightness a moral compass if you will. In school, I was … Continue reading The Rebel Within: Embracing Our True Selves
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The pointy end
Sometimes Auntie Pat would paint our nails and do our hair, that was the best. I loved the ticklish feeling as she painted the stinky nail polish carefully on each of my well-bitten nails.
Christmas muse
This urge to create might be what some people call ‘the muse.’ I think of it as the creative energy that runs through all living things.
Growing old or growing up?
How we think has a big impact on who we are.



