The Speed of Life

Several days ago, I found myself in line at the groccery store.  In front of me were two ladies with maybe 15 items.  

The cashier quickly scanned through their items, sliding them along to a bagger at the end of the counter.  

The bagger was an elderly gentleman, placing each item carefully into a plastic bag.  His pace didn't match the cashier's, and soon, all three women were waiting on the bagger to finish.  The cashier, with a harried sigh, started grabbing items and putting them into bags, pushing them towards the women who were checking out.  Her impatience and that of the women in front of me was tangible.

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Complicating the Simple: What I Learned In One Painting

I recently started work on a painting and, as usual, had no idea where it was going.

And, as usual, it wasn't the final image that provided me insight and excitement - rather, the process of contemplation that  resulted because of simply creating.

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Staying Sensitive

I had a completely different post scheduled for today.  But there was something more pressing that I need to share.

Don't read this is if you are offended by strong language.  I curse like a sailor in real life and am just letting a tiny bit slip through on this post. 

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Boston: What Can I Do?

I debated about what to write.

I have much to say, but few words in which to say it right now.  (I did find my way to my paints.  You can see what I created over on the Being Breath Facebook page.)

I don't feel there is one right way for anyone to process the tragedy that happened in Boston.  

Turn within and do what you need to do, for yourself and for all of us.

A few resources for various paths:

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Being With Anger

He was running late.

Again.

I stood there, leaning against the car, fuming.

I was proud of myself for not yelling (yet), and for doing all I could to help him get ready (even though it wasn't my job).

But as I glanced at my watch again and again, I just kept getting angrier.  He knew what time we had to leave!  What are they going to think if we are late?  Why should I have to be the one to deal with the consequences of his actions??

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