Reaching Trees

by amy on April 18, 2012

How is it that trees grow up? Even when outstretched over bodies of water, they hang on and reach up. Mostly.

I love trees. They seem so wise, brilliant at stillness from so many years of standing there in the same spot. Do they get board? Do they converse? I believe so. With every waft of wind they somehow gain and share their knowledge. [Read on]

Crunch Mystery

by amy on April 4, 2012

An unexpected trip to a small town north of the big city merited a treat. Once I took my car in for the months-awaited inspection appointment, I felt a sense of accomplishment that was royally celebrated with, yes, crunch.

What is in that stuff, anyway?  All I know that after I take my inner artist out on a bit of a risk-taking, nerve-wracking adventure, she loves to have a snack, and nothing [Read on]

Placing Plans

by amy on March 26, 2012

What is it to let you hands do the planning? Somehow our finger tips can sense what goes where and what feels right. So often we go at planning as though it were a cognitive gymnastic event. We twist and turn and tumble our thoughts around until we don’t even recognize which way is forward.

Getting to witness and assist creative entrepreneurs map out their visions, values and voice for their business, the [Read on]

Backwards Mapping

by amy on March 13, 2012

“Start with the end in mind.” But we know it takes more that mind power alone to run a creative business that really speaks to your heart. It is  not a linear process for sure. More like a winding mountain pass, we tack back and forth, watch for detours and look for signs that we are on the right path.

But how do we really know where we are headed? For some of us, the map naturally unfolds and our good [Read on]

Shifting Gears

by amy on March 9, 2012

My car has much to teach me. Last Sunday on Hwy 100, I was shifting up into 5th gear. So I thought.

The clutch had other plans.

My good red Saturn and I coasted to the side of the road. Even though my heart was racing and adrenaline pumping, I did have a sense that I was okay. I’m grateful for that. I managed to dial friends for help, and felt a calm come over [Read on]

Healthy Focus

by amy on January 3, 2012

New HabitsA couple of friends of mine started this idea and are opening the invitation to all who want to do it, too. Here it is:

Hello and  Happy New Year!!
The two of us will be having fun over the next 13 weeks, which will bring us through to the end of March. Every Sunday starting Jan. 1st we will be adding a new habit and removing a habit with the focus on our health. We decide for ourselves what habits they will be. We made a graph [Read on]

Weaving Hope

by amy on December 26, 2011

Ribbons of hopeThere is much talk of fear these days, and most of us have personally experienced getting caught up in the vibrations of anxiety that stories in the news seem to perpetuate. At the very least, we can sense the uncertainty in uneasiness in the air.

So, what is the antidote? There are shelves of books offering answers and sure-fire solutions. Bumper stickers [Read on]

Color Lines

by amy on December 6, 2011

Color inside the lines. That’s what I advocate. That may sound counter to what other say to encourage creativity, expansion and out-of-the-box thinking, but the place to bring our real creativity is in drawing the lines in the first place.

If we choose the rebellious path to set our default setting to “outside the box,” we are still being held captive to the box by allowing it to dictate where we color. Why not [Read on]

Many Thanks

by amy on November 22, 2011

I love that we have a holiday dedicated to gratitude. A good reminder helps lift the vibration of my perspective on life and reset the default settings on my attitude to thankfulness. I’m appreciative of this beautiful polish to my path, like a natural red carpet lining each step with gratefulness.

Returning Home

by amy on November 8, 2011

I’m not from the desert. But, in April of this year I spent some good solo time on a spot of land in the Mojave Desert that welcomed me like home.  How fortunate am I?  Those hot sunny days and cold moonlit night changed me into more of me,  in the springtime among the blooming cactus plants, and this fall I got to return.

Not sure if I could find the same spot out there in [Read on]