tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849149055187710942012-01-30T18:51:52.245-08:00Steeped in gratitude as I face life's experiences, I discover new joys each day. Awakening consciousness through creativity and living in each moment, joy overflows through my heart.Denahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234301548099083406noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184914905518771094.post-79103626836020407692012-01-30T18:50:00.000-08:002012-01-30T18:51:52.259-08:00

Sometimes I would prefer initially to avoid conflict of any kind. I've had this concept of me always being "nice," and I thought that was a good thing for many years. Lately, in the last several years, however, I have discovered there can be great joy in constructive conflict. I participate in a few different circles where it is more than acceptable to speak your mind and your heart. In order

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May your day be filled with Joy!

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Growing up I lived in many different places, city and country. We had modern tract homes, lived in Victorians, run-of-the-mill city homes, apartments and out-of-the-way hovels with treehouses. We lived in a tent one summer, and a lean-to another. Our family built a log house from scratch, and we lived many years there without water or electricity. We moved at least once a year every year of my

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I have been working for awhile now with Melissa Dinwiddie and Cory Huff in the inner circle at artempowers.me, and now I am working further with Melissa in her Creative Ignition Club. A lot of work.  Empowering, expansive, creative, simply joyous work. I've completely redone my website. I've done a lot of emotional clearing, strategizing, conspiring to create, and inner examination. I am now

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I've heard it said that if you want God to laugh, tell him you've got plans. Well, a comic by nature, I did just that. I have been re-building my website one page at a time for quite some while. I was being painstaking because I wanted to make it better than ever before, as I changed the focus from what I can to do to what I absolutely love to do. I completed the project a couple weeks ago, and

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Wow! OK, so I did not start writing on here everyday. However, I have been feeling great joy everyday! First, and foremost in the JOY category lately has been the experience of becoming a Grandma. I am so very deeply grateful for being able to be at the hospital the day my granddaughter (the first grandchild) was born! There is much I would say, yet her parents are very private folks, so

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So many times I have let the shoulds and have-tos take over my life, so that there has been no time left for the it-will-make-my-heart-soar-with-joys. Luckily, there is a huge part of me that recognizes that this lifelong habit is out of balance, so I consciously seek and become aware of individuals and circumstances that will remind me to once again follow my hearts bliss, such as Melissa

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I was just clicking around the internet from my facebook page: Peace-Love-Happiness, to find like-minded facebook pages when I came upon the Joyful Heart Foundation's page, which led me to their website. Wow! It seems to me that out of our darkest hour we can emerge with joyous hearts. It is the naming and the claiming and standing up in the midst of our shadow experiences that we find the bright

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I discovered something miraculous a while back when I was not having such a wonderful day. It's a simple tool that has paid off in many joyous moments. For many years I battled an invisible "dark cloud." It would descend on me whenever I fled into that dark place called victim. I did not realize at the time, of course, that that was what was going on. I just felt weighted by this sense of doom

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My husband just sent this video to me, because it reminded him of me. He is such a music hound. He is always finding old and new music, or writing or re-writing music to fit the moments needs. Anyway, I really like the words in this song.

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Whenever I think I've got some kind of handle on the way my life is unfolding or the way I am handling myself in a situation or a mindset, I get reminded that maybe I don't have it so altogether as I might think that I do. It's ok. It's not like a big disappointment or anything. It's just that I need to re-adjust my self-assessment and rethink my mode of operation. Actually, I feel gratitude

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When I was in the 3rd grade we moved to Canyon, a small place with only 30 houses and a 2 room school house in the Redwoods. I have always felt this was home, home of my childhood. Recently, CBS did a "Road to Nowhere" episode about Canyon. It warms my heart with great joy to see this, and see those places I was so nurtured as a child. And so we walked down tiny paths to school,

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Sometimes I am reminded that we humas are the only ones who forget that cooperation and compassion and natural love is the underlying principle of life. Sure, there are carnivores and omnivores, and so one creature eats another to live, and that is not much different from the herbivore eating the living plant to live. But none of this violence is done with anger or revenge or as an act of "war."

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When I think of all of the people that touch my heart every day in my community and my extended community, I am filled with joy. I thought that I would make a little valentine for every one of you.

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When I was young I could sleep for hours and hours. I stayed up until wee hours of the morning, painting or reading, or just gazing at the moon. Then I could easily sleep until noon. The only way I ever saw the sunrise was by staying up until it arrived. I loved my time in the stillness of the night, when everyone else was sleeping. And I loved the luxurious quality of my welcoming bed when I

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Right now, as I start this entry it is not even 6 am, and I have been up for a couple hours. It is still outside, and in. My thoughts are allowed to take time to form with ease and patience. There is a quiet joy in the morning before I need to face the day, and all of the activities attached to it. I used to consider myself a "night" person. I would stay up late until 2 or 3am reading or more

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I'm not just talking about awakening in the morning or from a nap, although I would like to say, those are both joyous occasions too. I love it when I remember gratitude while awakening from sleep, for example. It is my daily practice to silently give thanks for the gift of life, and the brand new day. That is a joyous and celebratory practice that brings my whole day a sweetened by gratitude

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the brushwith bristles brightand bowing to the canvasdances, skips, and pirouettesto musicdeep within my heartmy spiritual beingtransposed through pigmentmy soul singingresplendent leaping lightjoyous paintingsoothes uneasy plighttempers stressawakens luminousspirittoday, right nowintense rejoicingas the brush whirlscavorts and prancesin exuberant flight

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How can you fill up with any more joy than immersed in the birth of twins? I don't think there can be hardly any experiences much more joyous than that. Faith and Grace were born on Wednesday this week. I was honored to be there, of support, and able to witness their first moments on this earth outside the womb. At this point there are not a lot of words that approach the intensity and the

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The geraniums have run amok this spring. Everywhere I go in this town of ours, the geraniums are lavish in their bushing and blooming. One might think we were properly ensconced on the coast of the Mediterranean. I have visions of a stone walled alleyway, with a cat on the porch, and old world charm exuding from every nook and cranny. As I fill my senses with the exuberant odor of them - even in

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My friend Jan sent me a link to this video today. I find these people breathtaking.Expressions of natural joy. These are the Omo People...The man who put these images online said: "These images arrived in a PDF from someone in Belgium. These are probably Mursi and Suri. The Omo River empties into Lake Turkana. Lately, it's been spoiled by too many tourists, probably lured there by images like

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Sometimes I'm my own slapstick comedy. It may start out a normal day. I'll give thanks before rising for this wonderful gift of life, and this brand new day. Then I jump out of bed ready to get moving, but somewhere right in here, there is a subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) turn in the path.I used to love to watch the Three Stooges. Now, don't get me wrong, I never enjoyed the violence part,

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After all of these years, I have discovered something remarkable. Joy is independent of worldly experiences. Certainly happiness seems to be tied to attitude, and circumstance more oft than not, however, joy in it's pure Spirit presence in the heart form, is not. Rather Joy is connected to grace and it bubbles up a spring in my heart, transforms even the mundane or the profane into the truth,

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"Where our work is, there let our joy be." -TertullianRecently I have been blogging very little, because of lack of time to do these things that I love to do, that bring me joy as I work on them. About a month and a half ago my computer was hacked into by a trojan worm, and my computer went down for the 8 count. Just yesterday it came home to me, and they were able to retrieve some of the data.I

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It's been rough lately. Technical difficulties which have come close to overwhelming me. Old paranoia arising. I must say that if as indicated by the movie Jacob's Ladder the demon's in our lives are our angels sent to bless us with the path to true union, then the computer hackers and those that invent trojans and malware and other nasty things have completed their job in my life. I have

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