There are often small delights popping up in our day-to-day from which we might benefit from acknowledging, like the passing fluffy clouds in an azure sky or the way a breeze gracefully moves the curtain lace. Nothing earth-shattering but just enough to remind us of the delights in life. This week I am grateful for the Tiny Little Joys that rise like a wave of happy straight into the heart. Of course, finding a pair of swings with an ocean view, and a grandson who is just as thrilled as I am to reach the sky, makes for a great start towards feeling fortunate.
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making sense of life
“Writing is making sense of life” (Nadine Gordimer).
Last night I thought of this post from so so long ago, and thought, yes, time passes but something remains. Long time Nine Cent Girl readers, I hope you will indulge me with a reread. Those of you new to my blog, here is a glimpse into how it all started. We all have our stories. As always, I’d love to hear more of yours.
The Creative Space
In these last weeks dominated by the Wood Snake I want so badly to shed the old useless notions but am overwhelmed by what I can’t control which is seemingly controlling me. It is exhausting fighting and doing nothing at the same time. So today, instead of writing about my rage and impotence to enact change, I will repost from years ago, when I considered the power of the creative spark, the one that drives our hearts and souls and minds straight into our most powerful emotion: love. Just as important now, don’t you agree. Before we venture on the Fire Horse of 2026 and realize your next bold adventure into being, let’s prepare. Be mindful. Get some rest. Dream boldly. That enormous imaginative space is just waiting for us to enter, together, to build back our beautiful collective vision with all the collective love we can muster.
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