Scottsdale mountains

“This is Not How Arizona Is”

Like so many others, I learned of the shootings in Tuscon yesterday through social media and internet news sites. So many emotions, swarming so quickly.  Horror.  Shock.  Anger.  Sadness for the victims and their families.  For the bystanders.  For all of us. I turned on the television, and seeing those beautiful Arizona mountains frame the scenes of the shopping center, my sadness grew even more profound. Arizona is one of my magical places, and those mountains are my icons for that magic. When I first visited there last spring, by coincidence the weekend of the immigration protests in Phoenix, I encountered only beauty and love.  Returning last fall, I connected even more with the wonder of that place and its people.  People for whom my heart is now breaking. I know nothing of his politics, his integrity, or his fitness as an Arizona State Representative, but the words of Steve. . . .

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green candle

Want or Abundance?

I lit a green candle for abundance first thing this morning. Not just any old green candle. It’s bayberry, bursting with abundance-producing super powers. Or so I thought. Today’s first email scolded me for having an overdue balance on a credit card I rarely use. A huge overdue balance. Ah, cruel irony. Light One (Green) Candle I started to read about “green candle day” on Facebook last summer, in vague and mysterious posts by friends of friends. Then Michele Woodward mentioned lighting a green candle for abundance on days with an eight in them in her blog (http://lifeframeworks NULL.com/tag/green-candle). She’s abundantly brilliant, so I was on board. I even had a Granny Smith Apple jar candle from Yankee Candle on the shelf already. Abundance or what? Tip to Socket I learned about burning a bayberry candle “from tip to socket” at the holidays from a Jersey Shore friend. (Not that. . . .

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spa towel

Wrapped Up in a Reward

“Ripppppp.” Thus spake my bath sheet as I wrapped it around my shoulders yesterday morning. You’re thinking, “wow, her holiday food frenzy must have been extreme,” right? Ha! You’re wrong. In fact, I weighed exactly the same on the day after New Years as I did the day before Thanksgiving, thank you very much. It’s not like I don’t want to lose some weight, but not gaining over the holidays was quite an accomplishment. My towel was the victim of old age, not my girth. I should probably be mortified to admit that it dates back to the Clinton administration, but, hey, what can I say? I like it. Liked it, anyway, until it unraveled in my hands. I considered my options. Make this one work until I have time to get to the store? There was a time when I would have done that, flipping it so that the. . . .

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Choosing to be the Hummingbird

One of my intentions this year is to minimize my carbon footprint, something I’m going to have to get really creative about as long as my day gig takes me on a forty-plus-mile commute five days a week and my weekend gig is 70 miles away from home, one way. After a ten-day break that included three no-driving days and three more minimal-driving days, getting back out on the road today was especially frustrating.  Unless I move closer to work (not gonna happen for the current day gig), start working at home (in the works), or get a smaller, more fuel-efficient car (just paid mine off a few months ago, so that’s on the back burner for now), I’m going to have to recycle a whole lot of stuff to offset the gas I’m burning every day just to get to work. I wasn’t quite at the “why bother” stage,. . . .

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Choosing Freedom over Shoulds

My first thought when I woke up on New Years morning started with “I should.” I should write in my journal. Right now. I should capture my first marginally coherent thoughts of 2011, on paper, in my own hand, before they’re rendered less real by coffee or Facebook. Before I found a pen, though, a neighbor dropped by and I chose to enjoy a little in-person social networking instead. I should have a smoothie for breakfast. I should start eating healthy again now that it’s the new year. Thing was, I wasn’t really hungry. And since lolling on the sofa to watch parades all morning doesn’t require a whole lot of fuel, I chose to skip breakfast altogether. I should run on the first day of 2011. I should even do that 5K on the boardwalk. I haven’t trained enough to run it, but I should at least walk the. . . .

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1/1/11

It just looks so darn cool, doesn’t it? If any old January first is a time for new beginnings, this one clearly demands action, what with all of those vertical lines, standing at attention and all. That’s what flomotion is all about.  Moving.  Taking action.  Doing something. Something so simple and so tiny it feels like nothing, until a whole bunch of nothing-feeling somethings come together to become, well, really something. Something like moving more and eating less.  Or moving more playfully and eating less automatically. Something like doing nothing when resting is the best something.  Or doing something active that feels restful. Something like letting yourself feel fear and doing the something that makes you shake in your flip flops anyway. Today, launching flomotion is my something. It’s a little something now, but stick around.  It’s going to become really something. What’s your something?

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