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Where I’ve Been Lately

We’ve been in Waldport at the beach almost a whole month now. We have just a few days left and then we’ll pack up and head back to Colorado — the heat, our garden, our own bed, our “normal” life. I haven’t been blogging or even online much while we’ve been here. It’s been a nice break, but I’m also feeling ready to get back.

pieThis morning, while eating some delicious marionberry pie for breakfast after our walk on the beach, I listened to Jamie Ridler’s latest episode of Creative Living with Jamie. Lately she’s done some extra special podcasts, one with Natalie Goldberg and another with Lisa Congdon.

In the intro, Jamie always says “Who knows, one day I just might be talking to you.” Guess what…she did! In today’s episode, Jamie is interviewing me! It was so much fun to talk with her, to contemplate and answer her questions, get to tell my story.

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Image by Kat McNally

The other place I showed up is in the first issue of Mabel Magazine. Because we’ve been gone, not home to get our mail, I haven’t looked at the real copy yet, but my friend Kat was nice enough to post a picture of my article on Instagram so I could at least see it. I can’t wait to hold the issue in my own hands. So many of my favorite people contributed.

And for those who have been missing it, just know I’ve already started collecting stuff for the return of Something Good on Monday July 21st. That first post just might be a long one.

#smallstone: Bodhisattva

writingbodhisattvaOn the small shrine on my writing desk is a white ceramic Bodhisattva with two dogs. I found her first and the bigger dog two summers later at the Flea Market in Waldport, Oregon. The tiny white plastic poodle with her is one of the only toys I ended up keeping from when I was a kid, my Barbie Doll dog.

I look at the three of them and it reminds me who I am, where my power rests. The feathers she holds remind me that softness is strength. It is also not lost on me that the same form that allows flight can also be dipped in a well of ink and used to write. The card I pulled this morning, a ten of cups, urged, “do not doubt this power.” This is who I am.