Being challenged is a good thing. If everything is easy and requires no real effort on our part, we aren’t challenged and we aren’t really learning anything and that means we aren’t growing. Continue reading
The other week there was a new comic published by The Oatmeal that discussed creativity. I love the way Matthew Inman illustrates and explains various concepts, from philosophic to red velvet mites, and his thoughts on creativity were like a cool breeze on a hot, sticky day: refreshing. Continue reading
Strange days, these.
We are fine here, and thus far none of our household has shown any signs of infection from Covid-19. However, we are all resigned that at some point, we will likely be infected. Continue reading
“Have you been practicing?” I dreaded that question. Much like confession when I was in grade school where I didn’t have anything to confess, I knew full well that responding, “No,” was not the correct answer. Continue reading
As the hours passed on New Year’s Eve, I contemplated what I should post here for the first words of 2020. Resolutions haven’t really been my cup-of-tea. Continue reading
I was on my mat, squatted down in Mālāsana, when the instructor invited everyone to attempt Crow pose, or Bakasana, if we felt up to it. I’d been feeling stronger in recent weeks when it came to yoga class so I thought I’d go for the challenge.
And now for something completely different…
After years of being friends with Matt Sandbrook online (and in person – we’ve explored castles, had fish ‘n chips, and pints together!) we’ve worked on a project!
Please enjoy: All In My Head #1
The Amusing Muse is a writer, gardener, cook, and apparently comic script writer, living in Southern Wisconsin. This comic is based on a story from her childhood. She doesn’t leave socks on the floor and stores too many items under her bed for a monster to also be there. She also like fish ‘n chips and pints… as long as they are gluten free.
Matt Sandbrook is cop who’s done playing by the rules! Cuff ’em, ‘n stuff ’em! He is eager to find the Viking Hoard! Except that he’s gotta keep drawing comics to make the rent.
Last week Monday, my barn jeans tore across the left thigh. They’d been wearing noticeably thin over the last few months and I knew they would need to be retired soon. Monday was July 8th and it would have been my sister’s 37th birthday. The jeans were inherited from her three years ago after she died. A message? Coincidence? What were The Fates trying to tell me? Continue reading