Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


patience (or the total lack thereof) ~

I’m sadly short on patience. I kept thinking that age & maturity would make it bloom in the totally inhospitable garden of my now! now! now! personality… Well, I’m older, but NOT a  lot more patient. Sigh…

There are certain to be great benefits to being patient. If you are one of those wonderfully patient people, let me know what they are. I’ve been IMpatiently awaiting the advent of patience, to see what it will change in my life, but so far? Zilch. No patience. No changes.

But I’m not giving up. Like the cartoon, I’m just working harder on being patient NOW. Somehow, that makes sense. Maybe it’s a mindfulness exercise…?



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form, poetry, and the empty cup
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posted 3:41:38pm Apr. 18, 2014 | read full post »

poetry, structure, and creative beginner's heart
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posted 3:03:47pm Apr. 16, 2014 | read full post »

what a difference a day makes (and other ways I wish I was like my grandson)
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posted 3:01:12pm Apr. 15, 2014 | read full post »

in the flash of a moment
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posted 4:45:55pm Apr. 13, 2014 | read full post »

the poetry of every day
It's easy to forget that every day holds poetry. Especially if you're hectic: packing, moving, cleaning a new house, unpacking... Soothing a disolocated dog, holding a curious baby. Eating out of cartons while you locate the dishes and pans. All of this can make you forget the whole point of the

posted 2:46:45pm Apr. 12, 2014 | read full post »




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