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I believe that all creative time is time well spent. Creative time making something just for me, is time I don't often spend. I have been taking an Art Journal class and I have to tell you, I am loving it so much. When I am in class, I have a smile on my face the whole time and I just want to soak up all the information I can! Unfortunately, not enough information comes out of a class for my

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I recently read a business article about successful entrepreneurs, and what advice they would give their 21 year old selves. It was an enjoyable read and quite insightful. Often when I read something like this, it makes me consider my life and sometimes, something weaves its way into my own adaptation of writing. Image via Pinterest I have been consumed lately with thoughts about my twenty

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Brave There it is my word for 2014. I’ve never done it before, chosen a word. Sure, I’ve set goals, had New Year’s resolutions, set intentions. This year, I chose a word. One Word, which will guide my year. Here I was mere days ago and I had two words. Somewhere, several months ago, a word was whispering in my ear, tapping on the windows of my soul. I could hear it, but I felt my heart

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I have been absent from my blog, while trying to be present in my life. Summer was busy! I did my third year in the local Transcona Farmers Market, and Haley helped a lot with that. She was in charge of making and selling her cupcakes, treating it as a part time job. She loved it because she got to keep all of the profits! She was a huge help in other ways as well, with the loading and

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*What keeps you up at night? What could you talk about every single day for the rest of your life? What do you want to shout from the rooftops so everyone will know? What runs electric through your veins? What keeps me up at night? Seriously? What doesn’t keep me up at night? Photo Via Pinterest I&nbsp;don’t sleep much, or well. So the fact that I can’t sleep, keeps me up. Fear of

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Story 101 – Conference call On the weekend, I had a video conference call with my writing group. One of the questions posed to us, was ‘who, or what, is our muse?’ I had never really thought about it much before. It could be heartache, or loneliness, or hurt. &nbsp;I know that often, music has inspired me. There are a few artists that I can listen to that will ignite my imagination, and

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Something interesting was presented to us in my Story 101 class, a group of questions for us to answer, adapted from Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way. I have not read the book yet, but it is on my list. I do know it is a book that has helped many people discover–and recover– their creativity. It's a book for those wishing to experience more creativity in&nbsp;their lives. I like this idea, I

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I started a new writing course, Story 101, which will continue for ten weeks. In these 10 weeks, my plan is to use this blog as my writing place. We have a syllabus for our ten weeks, full of writing prompts, blog analysis, activities, books we need to read. I may be a bit crazy to be doing this right now, in the busy summer months, but all of my months are busy. No time like now. The

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The envelope arrived in the mail today. Now it sits there on the counter. I moved it from my computer table to the pile of newspapers that need to be read, onto the counter. All in a span of 30 minutes! It sits there, unopened, with all the power of the world over me. I feel my breathing become labored, my neck hurts from the tension of my shoulders, my head pounds, my heart pounds and God

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I grew up with a rather eclectic exposure to music. I am the youngest of four kids, so I listened to all varieties of music in my formative years. When my older brother would go out with his friends, I would sneak into his room, and play his vinyl records. My favorite, were the 45 rpm records because then I could really listen to an assortment before he came back home! His collection was

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I love visiting a new city or town, and feeling the vibe of life being lived by others. I like to imagine myself there, my life as it would be, if that city was my home. Minneapolis this past weekend was the perfect place to imagine my life being transported. One day before leaving from Minneapolis, back to my home city, I became implausibly sad. I took some time to let the feeling settle

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photo courtesy of Photo Bucket Today, my daughter came home with another bullying story. It’s not the first time someone did her wrong, and it won’t be the last! I listened to her long winded story of what happened...the girl was bugging her....wouldn’t shut up....told her to just leave me alone, go away...she said that nobody liked her....climbed over the top of the bathroom stall... Wait

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Today I feel like a child learning to swim. The only thing I can manage today is the doggie paddle. Today, this kid doing the doggie paddle is getting so tired from being over exerted, is ready to stop, and can’t breathe. Today I feel the fear inside that kid, who wonders, what will happen if my arms stop paddling, if my legs stop kicking, if my head goes under water? Will I drown, will I

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Every day upon waking, and enjoying my morning coffee, I have three choices of how I will proceed with my day.&nbsp; I ask myself, today, will I be a writer, feeling the need to get a story or essay written? Are the words taking up space in my mind, almost forcing me to take pen to paper? Am I a paper crafter, wanting to create something new with the copious amounts of pretty paper in my work

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So here I am, sitting at Starbucks, trying to get some work done, and then it happens. I lift my head to look outside, and what do I see? Besides a parking lot, that is, I see snow. I see dreary grey skies. I close my eyes and envision the snow plow on my street yesterday afternoon, causing me to rush out and move my van. I can see myself walking to yoga class, my feet having difficulty in my

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Did you know that you could write a letter and have it e mailed to your future self? I just learned this, and I think it is so cool. Check out how it works, here at http://www.futureme.org/ Learning this just made me want to write a bunch of letters to myself and have them delivered in the future, as a way of checking in on me and my goals! My friend and I are doing a challenge with each

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My heart is speaking to me. It has been nudging me for weeks, whispering in my ear, keeping me up at night and in general, being so loud that I am finding it hard to concentrate, I am unable to sleep, and I’m feeling restless and unsettled. This happens to me every once in a while, and sometimes I ignore it. It’s those times when I know I will fail myself. I tell it to be still, keep

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Summer markets are done for the season. The days are shorter, mornings arrive to us, with darker skies. The warm summer breeze has gone, Replaced by the cooler wind, lending way, to fall splendor. Happy Thanksgiving, to all my Canadian readers. Take a moment sometime today to truly be thankful for your life, and let the breeze take into the universe, one&nbsp;desire that you have,

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I just returned from a trip to Chicago to see a Prince Concert. It was my second time seeing Prince in concert and my second visit to The Windy City. I am not a music critic, thank goodness. On the heels of a concert performed by an artist as high calibre and with such a large following of fans as Prince, I would not want that job. I did however read many, if not all, of the reviews, and I

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My friend and I just returned from a trip to Chicago, Illinois. It was a bit of a last minute decision, coming on the heels of a Prince Concert announcement! My friend Tamara was the only one crazy enough and able to come with me. I have to say, in the beginning, my only interest in going to Chicago was to attend the concert, but in the end, Chicago was a welcome indulgence. &nbsp;

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As I type this, I am acutely aware of the muscle pain in my legs, and I remember how it hurt to raise my arms to wash my hair in the shower this morning. All from a vigorous yoga class the other night. Vigorous, you may ask. Yes, it was not just any yoga class. With every change of the season we celebrate. Be it the Summer solstice, the Autumnal equinox, Winter equinox or Spring Vernal equinox.

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Do you remember...growing pains of the heart? Do you remember the questions you had that kept you up at night, dreaming of that boy, contemplating all of the things you wanted to be when you grew up? Oh if only we could go back to those days and re write our stories! My daughter is twelve, and I know that the matters of the heart will be keeping her up at night very soon. For now though, it is

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