Special Occasion

Here’s what I read today that had me think:

Don’t save something for a special occasion. Every day of your life is a special occasion. -Thomas S. Monson

and i thought: a fancy pair of heels, some paint i’ve been hoarding, a dress i love, dishes that make me happy, an art journal i bought weeks ago, my desires to travel, and maybe saddest of them all: my happiness a bit.

What are you saving for a special occasion?

A Book a Week – The Raven Boys

Since the Shiver trilogy was one of my favorite books of the year, I knew I was going to tackle The Raven Boys as soon as it came out. And I could not stop reading it.

There’s something magical in the way she creates characters that speaks to me. I love love love her novels. And I cannot wait to get to the second one (and I have no idea when it’s coming out!)

In the meantime, I’ll have to read the Scorpio Races which has been sitting in my reader for a while.

Loved this one.

Gratitude PostCards – Week 18

Here’s this week’s card:

It says: even when it’s hard, choose to grow.

This card uses a template from The Crafter’s Workshop (as well as a few others.) and acrylic paint.


Gratitude PostCards is a weekly project for 2013. You can see a detailed post on my goal and the postcards I use here.

Acknowledging What Is

Since I started getting up at 5am, I’ve been starting my days with a body scan meditation and then some journaling. In the first few days, both of them were very centered, insightful and rewarding.

But in the last week, I’ve noticed a slight shift. I am more tired and more impatient during my body scan. I am only halfway present (at best) and then a lot of my journaling is ranting or at least complaining or at best whining. I am not a fan of this kind of journaling. I understand that, for some people, it serves a purpose to unload or get it out of their system. But, for me, it just puts me in a bad mood or makes me feel sorry for myself.

So not only have I been not present in my mediation and whining in my journaling but then I’ve been spending my days being grumpy and frustrated. Clearly not the point of going through the effort of waking up at 5am.

On my way to pick up Nathaniel from school today, I was listening to Tara Brach’s dharma talk on Listening. She often mentions sitting with something and noticing what shifts or comes up as you sit there and allow the feelings to be present (without judging them.) I often ask my clients the question of what’s under a particular thought or feeling, so it felt obvious that I should do it too.

As I was driving, I started paying attention to what was there. Sadness, frustration, panic, hopelessness, worry, anger. I didn’t judge any of them. As more came to the surface, I noticed them shift and change shape. It made it easier for me to understand why something trivial-seeming might feel so heavy. Once I uncovered all that was under it, it was obvious that this one thing was just a manifestation of a much bigger worry.

This is the thing with listening without judgement: it opens the space for you to notice all that’s there. not just the one symptom but everything. And it is only when you allow yourself to see everything, to accept everything that you can begin to heal.

Acceptance doesn’t mean liking it or even approving of it. It just means being willing to see what’s already there. Because what’s already there is in fact already there. Not acknowledging it doesn’t make it go away. It just makes you bury it under shame, anger, or other unproductive feelings. And it also doesn’t allow you to see/know what’s really there. You’re not seeing the full picture.

I don’t know that acknowledging what is means you now know how to solve it. But I do know that not acknowledging it is definitely getting in the way of any shift or resolution.

Since I was driving when all this came to me, I decided my plan for tomorrow morning is to really listen. Not be frustrated about how badly I am meditating and not to use the journaling to whine but to keep answering: “what’s here now?” so I can keep digging and digging and shine light on all that’s hiding in the dark corners.

2013 Sketching – Week 19

My goal for 2013 is to make three sketches a week. If I make more, great. If I don’t, that’s ok. Trying to keep the pressure low while still encouraging myself to draw.

Here are the ones for this week :

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that’s it for this week.


Sketching is a weekly project for 2013. You can see a detailed post on my sketching journey here.

Looking for the Good

As I was setting my intentions for this week and answering the questions, one of them was about what I want to receive into my life this week. The first words I wrote were: kindness. acknowledgement. community.

Then I had a moment. One of those rare moments where you can see your life from the outside and realize how amazing it is. I then wrote “I am ready to listen for the good. All this week, I will listen for the good and see what I hear.”

The thing is, I have all these in my life already. But I don’t really pay attention to them. I tend to be one of those people who’s really focused on improving. I also find the “bad stuff” easier to believe. It’s part of what I talked about last week. When you believe there’s something wrong with you, all the criticism serves to perpetuate your story so you listen to it and you hear it more clearly than anything else. And you believe it. (because you already believed it before it was even said.) This means the that the “bad” voices are much louder than the good ones.

And part of being done with that story is starting to balance out the listening. Starting to pay attention to the good. And to really hear it. Ideally, I’d say “to really believe it.” but considering I don’t even hear it, I think listening for it is already a pretty big step for me. And before I can believe it, I need to be able to hear it. To listen for it. To really see it.

So that’s my plan for this week. To really really really listen for the good. To remember it. To notice it. To look for it.

To make myself more accountable and to lock it in, I also gave the same challenge to David so we can compare notes each evening and exchange five good things we heard each day. This will mean we’re both going to have to work that much harder to listen for it, hear it, remember it and share it.

If you’d like to join us, I encourage you to spend this week listening for the good as well. Cultivate the joy. Say thank you to compliments. Believe the positive words. Be grateful. Pay attention, accept, and cherish the love, acknowledgement, kindness and community that’s already coming your way.

Gratitude Journal – Week 18

Here’s this week’s gratitudes and celebrations:

Before:

it says: it is all going to be okay, you can rest awhile.

and here’s what the page looks like with all the gratitudes and celebrations:

Just another excuse to create art and remember the present that is my life.


Gratitude Journal is a weekly project for 2013. You can see a detailed post on my goal other details here.

Nathaniel’s Gratitude Pages – Week 8

this week’s gratitude is for one of his favorite books: “Z goes home”.

there we go. more next time.


Nathaniel’s Gratitude Pages is a weekly project for 2013 with my almost four-year-old son. You can see a detailed post on my goal other details here.

Weekly Diary – May 4 2013

Another set that’s all about Nathaniel’s birthday. Here are some snapshots from our week:

one of the neighbors couldn’t come to the little party we hosted so she came early to drop off a present for Nathaniel that required some construction. So the boys sat together and picked a song to listen to.

and got to work.

there was hammering.

and glueing. and laughing.

at night, we were invited to my friend Leslie’s son’s bar mitzvah so we dressed up all nice and got the babysitter to snap a shot.

then we celebrated Nathaniel’s birthday at the little park here by our house as we have every year since we’ve been born.

i snapped some shots of the boys.

david was awesome but nathaniel refused to look.

so i just kept snapping.

then it was time to blow the candles.

and the little champ did awesome.

and loved it.

the cake started like this.

and ended like this.

little boy loved his cupcake.

the kids played mini-golf and bean bag toss.

but Nathaniel just sat and ate his food.

and david riled all the kids up.

then Nathaniel went to the birthday party of another kid in his class and got some sunglasses in his goodie bag.

which he loved.

so i snapped and snapped of course.

that’s how you capture magic.

this is a terrible shot of it but he also got the clown to make him a cactus out of balloons. (in honor of plants vs zombies)

we received a bubble gun as one of his today.

let’s just say he loved it.

then it was time for family photos.

i tried to get them to stop laughing.

but Nathaniel was in top-form as always.

and would not stop laughing.

so i just gave in and laughed, too.

and here we go. so grateful for my life. i hope your week was lovely, too.


Weekly Diary is a project for 2013. You can read more about it here.

SixBySix – Week 18

Before this week’s art here’s the important reminder: Please remember, this is personal and hand-made and thus imperfect. If you want perfect art, do not buy mine. Also one more reminder that these are pretty small. 5.5inches by 5.5inches. That’s about 14×14 centimeters). You will just get the original piece of watercolor paper with my art and signature in the back. No mounting, no frame. I don’t want to misrepresent anything. I will put a paypal button under each (you can pay with credit card or paypal.) the button doesn’t update so you will have to click through to see if it’s sold out. I will try to update them as quickly as I can and remove the button if it’s gone, but just in case. Each piece will be $35. That’s US dollars. If you have questions please leave a comment and I will reply as fast as I can.

With that here’s this week’s art:

it reads: when you shine you give others permission to shine, too. shine with all your might.

sold, thank you.


SixBySix is a weekly project for 2013. You can see a detailed post on my goal and other details here.

Who Would You Be?

I was listening to one of the recent Tara Brach podcasts yesterday morning and she said something that made me stop sketching so I could write it down:

What if you didn’t believe anything was wrong with you? Who would you be?

My first thought was “I have no idea.” I couldn’t even fathom this possibility. It was so far out of the realm of my imagination that absolutely no answer lept to my mind.

Immediately after realizing this, I felt a deep sorrow. And then I got angry.

Here’s the thing: There was a time in my life, many years ago, when people were very mean to me. It wasn’t anything that was earth-shatteringly dramatic or even what could be defined as a tragedy. Compared to what many, many people endure, this was nothing. It was the typical cruelty of young children. Saying mean things, being insensitive to others’ feelings. But, maybe I needed acknowledgement and support more than others or maybe I didn’t feel a fundamental sense of belonging I craved. Either way, at this young age, I heard the message that there was something wrong with me quite regularly. I don’t even think it was intended maliciously. But it was said. It was implied. And at some point, it was even assumed.

I think being different isn’t encouraged or applauded, especially at that age where all we strive to do is fit in. And I simply did not.

But then years passed. I had friends who truly, deeply loved me. Friends who accepted me. I left a lot of the stories and people behind. I charted my own path and, on most accounts, succeeded in my hopes to make a life for myself where the kind of person I am flourished. I loved and was loved. I let people see me.

Despite all these things, I continued to hang on to the belief that there was something fundamentally wrong with me.

It was as if on the surface I’d changed my life, surrounded myself with these people who loved me, moved to a place where I felt a stronger sense of belonging, got a job at a place I felt comfortable, married someone whom I loved and who loved and accepted me for who I was. And yet, underneath it all, this voice inside still insisted that there was something wrong with me. Despite all the layers I built on top, the foundation was not solid. It was just cleverly hidden out sight.

What’s even worse is that I had made “there’s something wrong with me” a part of my self-identity. So I kept looking for excuses to self-perpetuate the idea. I continually listen for the bad. When people say kind things, I forget them almost instantly. And yet, when there’s a tiny criticism uttered, I cling on to it for dear life. “See?” that inner seed says, “I told you there’s something wrong with you.” It feels like a disease inside me that feeds on whatever it can get.

But here’s the truth: it’s not a disease.

It’s a choice.

I am almost forty. Maybe I didn’t get to decide how people treated me when I was six. Maybe they got to have a say on who I was then. (even then i had a choice, but let’s say i didn’t.) I am not six anymore. I am not helpless. Their voices are no longer louder or more important than mine. In this case, they do not even matter anymore. Not in the least. I never see these people and they are insignificant to my life.

And yet, I’ve spent 34 years of my life keeping their words alive. I’ve dedicated my life to proving them right. I’ve continually chosen their meanness over love and kindness and truth. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much I’d done that. How I can still hear them when I get silent. And it makes me mad. (and sad, of course. disappointed. sad. hurt.)

So here’s what I decided after spending some time with the sorrow and the hurt and anger: I am done.

I don’t want to live this way any more. I have no idea who I would be without these thoughts. I have no idea what’s possible for me.

But I want to find out.

It may be a long journey but it’s a worthwhile one. And I know that 30+ years of self-identity will not disappear overnight. But I also know that this is a choice I make. And maybe bringing a lot of awareness to that fact will allow me to pause in that split second of choice and make a different one instead. This is what I want for myself. If I didn’t automatically think that there was something wrong with me, what else might be possible in this moment? Where else could I go with this comment. Can I be more open to receiving love, kindness and compliments if I opened to other possibilities?

I don’t know.

But I want to find out.

The Savor Project 2013 – Week 17

and here’s this week:

This week is about Creativity Day and just a poster for a movie Jake and I watched.

See you next week!


The Savor Project is a weekly project for 2013. You can see a detailed post on my goal and other details here.