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Last week I talked about how a short session of quieting transformed my mood and my day. It also led to a veritable avalanche of decluttering and quieting this week, which has resulted in such pleasure that it feels like it might be illegal. There’s the removal of bags of items for donation or disposal, creating space and calm and saving some poor soul from the task at a later date. There’s the peace gained from focusing on a task while simultaneously giving myself the illusi

It was a tough couple of days: an eye infection that just would not quit; a heart wrenching conversation with someone I love; my estranged son’s birthday; an outing I’d been looking forward to canceled; a call to return to the dermatologist’s office “just to be safe”. I noticed myself preparing to shut down, to dish out some ice cream (or pour a glass of wine), get on the couch, and start the endless tape of old stories. Remembering that movement precedes motivation, I decide

She’s baaaaaack! My last post, as 2020 drew to a close, saw me making a valiant effort to make the best of things. “Things” being the...