Thalia stood at the kitchen sink and rinsed a handful of soap bubbles down the drain. She loved using her charcoal pencil to smear and shape drawings into multi-dimensional creations — messy didn’t bother her one bit. The Muse of Wit appreciated and anticipated the tantalizing learning curve of pencil creation that still lay ahead. “It’s making the pie… not eating it,” she said to nobody in particular. Then she burst into peals of laughter. “Okay… who am I kidding? It’s making
Today’s ride through this post suggests we would be wise to cinch down our saddles tight, but leave the spurs in the tack room! Which of course is wonderful. The question about making pies - To eat, or not to eat. That is the question - tickled some ribs. Rhubarb pie seemed a logical candidate to not eat!
The recent Listening Circle discussion about our superpowers touched a spot in me. After some very early events that left me avoiding any type of public speaking occasions, I turn to my seemed ease of blabbering in this community. Some of that disparity may be that we don’t interact visually over Zoom. Of course there is the family shot comprising my avatar, but most find my dog to be more compelling.
Typist invites us to note how we might turn on our lights, which raises this question: once we discover or focus on a part of us that would rather remain in the shadows, is it incumbent on us to address that shortcoming? And if we fail to do so, does that limit our ability to shine in other aspects of our lives?
I raise that question to genuinely invite feedback from any and all who might choose to. “You face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters.” Wm. Shakespeare. Further along in this quote from MacBeth, it continues: “look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.”
Another beautiful post Gail. Coincidentally I’ve been reading Susan Cain’s latest, ‘Bittersweet’, while I’ve been walking Camino Finisterre over the past week, I think you’d find it interesting? 💚
Today’s ride through this post suggests we would be wise to cinch down our saddles tight, but leave the spurs in the tack room! Which of course is wonderful. The question about making pies - To eat, or not to eat. That is the question - tickled some ribs. Rhubarb pie seemed a logical candidate to not eat!
The recent Listening Circle discussion about our superpowers touched a spot in me. After some very early events that left me avoiding any type of public speaking occasions, I turn to my seemed ease of blabbering in this community. Some of that disparity may be that we don’t interact visually over Zoom. Of course there is the family shot comprising my avatar, but most find my dog to be more compelling.
Typist invites us to note how we might turn on our lights, which raises this question: once we discover or focus on a part of us that would rather remain in the shadows, is it incumbent on us to address that shortcoming? And if we fail to do so, does that limit our ability to shine in other aspects of our lives?
I raise that question to genuinely invite feedback from any and all who might choose to. “You face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters.” Wm. Shakespeare. Further along in this quote from MacBeth, it continues: “look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.”
I was de-fanged some time ago…
Another beautiful post Gail. Coincidentally I’ve been reading Susan Cain’s latest, ‘Bittersweet’, while I’ve been walking Camino Finisterre over the past week, I think you’d find it interesting? 💚
I love the cat so much!
Sign: “My favorite essential oil is bacon grease.” 😁
Would bacon grease work in a pie crust? 🤔 Asking for a friend.
What a funny fat cat.
The interaction of this community is really quite something to behold… Taking it in quietly like a black cat 🐈⬛ in the corner. 😉