tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68903094562912960692024-08-28T17:07:53.880-07:00Amy Wasphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14438705039669497044noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890309456291296069.post-84379212037006277722011-12-06T10:04:00.000-07:002011-12-06T10:04:32.238-07:00

What’s the point of coloring? A close friend asked me that last night in response to a fun extra credit assignment her highschool-aged daughter was working on.  Since we didn’t get to follow up on the conversation, I’m not sure how she really meant it, but I was aghast. And still find the question rattling around in my brain the next morning. What’s the point of coloring? What’s not the

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Wanting. Somehow I've talked myself out of wanting. Out of letting myself fully embracing my desires. Not of experiencing it, desire comes and goes many, many times during the course of my day.  But somehow, in attempting to achieve a Buddhist detachment or to avoid attaching significance to my desires, or to avoid the fixiating and daydreaming that I slip into like a soft t-shirt

Amy Wasphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14438705039669497044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890309456291296069.post-28033449188666257242010-10-15T11:45:00.000-07:002010-10-15T11:45:06.847-07:00

I started talking about this blog with a friend and looking into what amazing things people are doing in the world with the stated intention of spreading the good news, of counteracting the negativity of the evening news, etc. What I didn't say, because I didn't quite have the words, was that I'm researching these people, reading about them, collecting them, because I am looking for what I want

Amy Wasphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14438705039669497044noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890309456291296069.post-48868341070866498482010-10-04T16:48:00.000-07:002010-10-04T16:48:55.448-07:00

I've been wanting to write so many things this past month. So much has inspired me and friends have pointed me towards a multitude of fabulousness.  If I could have the words go directly from my brain onto the screen, I would be a blogging machine. Part of the problem is that when I go to research something, I get so excited about it that I spend all the time I had set aside to write

Amy Wasphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14438705039669497044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890309456291296069.post-22600176940417758842010-08-18T20:15:00.000-07:002010-08-18T20:15:57.531-07:00

I follow a lot of blogs. I have a reader list I can barely keep up with. I watch the Daily Show and the Cobert Report and I splatter my facebook page with stories of things that outrage me. And I'm getting a little tired of it. I know there are people making the world a better place right now, in small ways, in big ways and in ways they don't even realize but others around them do. I've

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