Dark windy paths I've been down lately.
Seeking a way out.
Lost.

The harder I try to get out, the more lost I become.
Until I start to believe I will never get out.
Thus starts hopelessness.
A powerless, looking-for-scraps way of being.

It's hard to create beauty looking for scraps.
How do you experience yourself?
Are you a leaf, easily blown about by a strong wind?
Or are you the wind?

I woke up this morning curious. 
Why is the center of the earth is liquid when the exterior is so solid?
I formed my own hypothesis about why is it so, then I checked the internet.
Wikipedia informed me that the center is not liquid but a solid.
It's solidity discovered by a Danish female scientist, Inge Lehmann in 1935 based on seismology data.

In our age of being bombarded by information we don't care about, spam, do you take time to wonder and be curious about things?
I switched my career based on curiosity. I wanted to know why a needle in my hand helped me smell better? Or why a Thai massage can bolster my immune system? Or why intentional breathing can clear restrictions in my body and bring calm to my spirit and mind?  I was curious.

What if we could turn off the noise of information overload all of us is subjected to day after day and listen to our own curiosity? 
Like a child.
What are you curious about? 
Ask the internet

I'd love to hear what you find.  Post it in the comments.

Dedicated to my daughter Samantha who believed in me Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

I find myself faced with new possibilities.
Free to be truly myself
Unfettered by the past
Able to create any possibility I can imagine.
And even ones I cannot imagine.

I could go anywhere. Do anything.
I feel like a bird in flight.
Soaring along the cliffs.
Dipping and diving and playing on the wind.
Free, truly free,

What would you do if you were truly free/ 
What beautiful possibilities could you create with your life?

What to write?  Ever have one of those days when everything seems uncertain? It seems I am filled with more doubt about what I can do than ever.  How can I have come so far to find myself back here?  In the swamp of doubt.

Some days everything is sunlit.  I can see the path.  I can dance along the path, jumping from rock to rock, skipping merrily on my way.  Other days I stumble along in the murk.  "Is that the path?" "Oh no, I think I see it over there.."

I'm starting to realize that both kinds of days, as well as everything in between those extremes, are part of the journey.  The point is to keep moving.  Or not.  Some days are days to stop moving too.  To sit and think about where you really want to go. 

Especially as the new year begins, and the new decade, I find I am taking pause to sit still and think about where I want to go with that time and effort.  I cannot plot a course to an unknown destination.  I must know it first.  Once I decide where I am going, I can check the map and find the most adventurous path there. So I can have fun traveling.

Do you know where you want to go?  Or are you still thinking?

Something magical happened yesterday. I hosted a Ladies Tea for some ladies, dear friends, from my neighborhood. It was an event.  Community-building.  Something to look forward to, with laughter, good food.

One of the best parts was creating a gorgeous trifle with a dear young family member, a neighbor. We made it with love, with care for our guests, with the joy of baking together.  Not sure how it would turn out. Neither of us had made one before. It took hours longer to make than I expected.  But we persisted. And look how it turned out?  Our efforts were rewarded in a great-tasting trifle.  But more, the smiles, laughter and joy we created in our neighborhood yesterday.

What small step can you take today to create just a tiny piece of joy in your neighborhood?  Who can you include?