Stream of consciousness

I have so much in my head right now, I am going to use today's blog post to get it all out.

For the last two weeks, I have been in the "gathering" stage for my creativity. I have been scouring blogs, magazines, thrift stores, and antique stores. I have been avoiding all television and only listening to new music and podcasts on my IPOD. It has been intense to say the least but so much fun and necessary.

This week I am gearing up to use all the materials, thoughts and ideas I acquired. I can not wait and have so many plans. I work tonight late so will start fresh and early in the morning with my creative work. The ideas are literally running around in my head and I look forward to my days off work to hole up in my creative space and tire myself out executing my ideas.

These are some of the things I intend to do:

1. Finish a quilt for my niece who is very soon to become a big sister.

2. Make washclothes out of a freecycled outfit.

3. Make 8 ecology/nature postcards for a swap.

4. Make a shadow box for some adorable corn husk dolls.

5. Do some mending for my sister who is about to deliver a precious baby #2.

6. Begin to decorate an art journal.

7. Set up and organize an effective and user friendly swap-bot packaging center.

8. Unpack my summer clothes and see if they need any refashioning.

9. Return to my previous veggie diet and get back in the gym.

10. Return to my yoga and meditation practice.


Sounds pretty simple huh? I will keep you posted.

Imagine a Mother

Today this poem really speaks to me and I hope it adds encouragement to other mothers.

Imagine a Mother

Imagine a mother who believes she belongs in the world.

A mother who celebrates her own life.

Who is glad to be alive.

Imagine a mother who celebrates the birth of her daughters.

A mother who believes in the goodness of her daughters.

Who nurtures their wisdom.

Who cultivates her power.

Imagine a mother who celebrates the birth of her sons.

A mother who believes in the goodness of her sons.

Who nurtures their kindness.

Who honors their tears.

Imagine a mother who turns toward herself with interest.

A mother who acknowledges her own feelings and thoughts.

Whose capacity to be available to her family deepens as she is available to herself.

Imagine a mother who is aware of her own needs and desires.

A mother who meets them with tenderness and grace.

Who enlists the support of respectful friends and chosen family.

Imagine a mother who lives in harmony with her heart.

A mother who trusts her impulses to expand and contract.

Who knows that everything changes in the fullness of time.

Imagine a mother who embodies her spirituality.

A mother who honors her body as the sacred temple of the spirit of life.

Who breathes deeply as a prayer of gratitude for life itself.

Imagine a mother who values the women in her life.

A mother who finds comfort in the company of women.

Who sets aside time to replenish her woman-spirit.

Imagine yourself as this mother.

-Patricia Lynn Reilly

Motivated by Swap-bot

I just lost an extensive post I crafted. It is floating around happily in cyberspace. I hope it lands in an appropriate place.

As my title suggests, I have been motivated by a swap I signed up for that involved blogs. I get great joy and inspiration from blogs so would love to spread the joy to others. This is where the roadblock occurs for me, the spreading part.

I am setting the roadblock called perfectionism aside and charging on and writing what I can every day for 1 week. I am not committing to any type of quality so getting it done.

So please come back often and encourage me or at least read.

Gratitude for today.

4 books on hold arrived at library today.
The sun was shining and beautiful out.
A walk my mom and I had today that was short but glorious.
A yummy lunch
Getting this post completed.