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Inspiration for the Weekend #2

Shadow of Hubby and Toddler

As another week draws to a close, I'm thinking about my favorite things of this week.

One is this photograph of my husband and son, hand-in-hand. Love. There is no other way to describe what I see and feel in this image.

Then there are the things I've read this week- many of which caught my attention in one way or another. There are so many wonderful writers in the blogosphere.

You never know what sentence might unravel something inside you. Here are some of the posts that touched my soul this week:

Portrait of the author as a 40 year old woman
by Susannah Conway
Today, right now, is the youngest we will ever be. Let’s make the most of it.

Yes. There's a saying that you shouldn't worry how long something will take to learn or accomplish because the time will pass anyway.

Susannah is right. We will never be younger than we are right now, so why not start today?

This is Just Me
by Connie Hozvicka at Dirty Footprints Studio
That we can be women with emotions--that we can feel anger, jealousy, rage, and lust--and not have to suppress them--but express them with the divine feminine energy that radiates inside us like an ancient fire.

Oh, Connie. Hers is an honesty and a bravery that reaches right into my soul. She says the things that need to be said.

Shouldn't This Be Easier?
by Victoria Brouhard
Consider the possibility that the obstacles you’re facing in order to start or grow your business are simply showing you areas that need development, rather than signs that you’re incapable or heading in the wrong direction.

Jamie's wishcasting prompt this week was about signs. Signs are great, but sometimes if we are looking too hard, we see what we want to see. It might not be a sign at all. That's where we need to be careful.

Victoria's suggestion that maybe what we see sometimes isn't a sign of going in the wrong direction, rather a highlight of a learning opportunity.

Just One Paragraph
by Christina Rosalie
But the truth is, nothing begins with grandness. Instead, it begins with small act of showing up. With something small. With a single step. And so I say, “Just write one paragraph a day.”

This can be applied in so many ways. Not just writing, but what if it's "just clean one shelf a day," or "just walk outside for 5 minutes a day," or "just scribble one fast picture a day," or like I did during August, "just take one photograph a day."

Whatever it is you want to do, what small completely tangible step could you take each day?

And, tell me, what are your favorite things this week?


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