The outer path we take is public knowledge, but the path with heart is an inner one. The two come together when who we are that is seen in the world coincides with who we deeply are. As we grow wiser, we become aware that the important forks in the road are usually not about choices that will show up on any public record; they are decisions and struggles to do with choosing love or fear; anger or forgiveness; pride or humility. They are soul-shaping choices.
Jean Shinoda Bolen
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
kindness.
this is one of my favorite poems by one of our country's best contemporary poets. we're so used to the demands to be nice. so used to constructing our niceties for the family or neighborhood. meanwhile we're frustrated by the demands while craving more authentic connections.
especially as women.
be nice. good girls do this or don't do that. we're supposed to be pleasing and agreeable.
especially as women.
we can strive for kindness.
http://elise.com/quotes/poetry/naomi.htm
especially as women.
be nice. good girls do this or don't do that. we're supposed to be pleasing and agreeable.
especially as women.
we can strive for kindness.
http://elise.com/quotes/poetry/naomi.htm
Monday, February 15, 2010
Women's Retreat
Blossoming will be hosting a glorious Women's Retreat April 23 - 25. Call us for more details!
Monday, February 8, 2010
6 Sentences [6S]
Today I came upon a cool writing website called 6 Sentences. Writers submit pieces only 6 sentences in length. What a cool idea. I wanted to try my hand at it - or shall I say my pen - so I sent my first submission. It's challenging and fun. I encourage you to try it as well.
[did you notice that was 6 sentences!]
I heard a noise but couldn't tell where exactly it was coming from at first. I listened hard, harder. Oh, ah, inside of me; that's sometimes the hardest to hear. Create and connect it implored. I'm always tempted to react, but I chose my response instead. Blossoming.
[did you notice that was 6 sentences!]
I heard a noise but couldn't tell where exactly it was coming from at first. I listened hard, harder. Oh, ah, inside of me; that's sometimes the hardest to hear. Create and connect it implored. I'm always tempted to react, but I chose my response instead. Blossoming.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Our interior.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Denver + Free + February = Delightful:
2.2 Children's Museum 4-8pm, free evening
2.5 Denver Botanic Gardens at Chatfield, free day
2.6 Denver Art Museum + Denver Fire Fighters Museum, free day
2.7 Denver Zoo + Denver Museum of Miniatures, free day
2.15 Denver Botanic Gardens, free day
2.16 Denver Zoo, free day
2.21 Denver Museum of Nature & Science, free day
2.2 Children's Museum 4-8pm, free evening
2.5 Denver Botanic Gardens at Chatfield, free day
2.6 Denver Art Museum + Denver Fire Fighters Museum, free day
2.7 Denver Zoo + Denver Museum of Miniatures, free day
2.15 Denver Botanic Gardens, free day
2.16 Denver Zoo, free day
2.21 Denver Museum of Nature & Science, free day
Number 7
Serious Boyfriend #5
Left you on the side of the road. Told you you were fat.
Made you always drive to his house. No roses, no cards. No poems of love.
Serious Boyfriend #6
Didn't want you to shine. Felt threatened by your hobbies. Threw your possessions out of the house onto the porch. Skipped the part about putting them in a box.
Locked the door.
Serious Boyfriend 1 through 4 aren't worth mentioning.
Serious Boyfriend #7
Is out there somewhere, Waiting for you to buy yourself roses Because you are worth it To write poems of love for yourself
To enjoy your self.
So you can see him.
Christine Webb
Left you on the side of the road. Told you you were fat.
Made you always drive to his house. No roses, no cards. No poems of love.
Serious Boyfriend #6
Didn't want you to shine. Felt threatened by your hobbies. Threw your possessions out of the house onto the porch. Skipped the part about putting them in a box.
Locked the door.
Serious Boyfriend 1 through 4 aren't worth mentioning.
Serious Boyfriend #7
Is out there somewhere, Waiting for you to buy yourself roses Because you are worth it To write poems of love for yourself
To enjoy your self.
So you can see him.
Christine Webb
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