Creating

Connecting with  small, local businesses makes my heart open. I love collaborating with others on projects, and with my press, I can help create what they’ve been imagining. This is Willow’s two-color note card, which means running it through the press twice- once with light gray and once with dark. Pairing the cards with a pale gray envelope makes a lovely presentation.

Life has been crazy with moving my mom and trying to get her settled in a new facility. Taking time on the press yesterday made my heart rate slow down and my focus return.

A printer friend once said that she’d hoped she was saving letterpress but discovered she was really saving herself.

I get that.

To Live Better, Not Necessarily Longer

I enjoy the Blue Zones newsletter, and this recent newsletter gave advice for living longer. That’s not necessarily my goal. But I do want to live better– and these tips certainly resonate:

https://www.bluezones.com/2016/11/power-9/

Move naturally throughout the day

Have and cultivate a strong sense of purpose

Downshift every day to relieve stress

80% Rule: stop eating when you are 80 percent full

Plant Slant: Make beans, whole grains, veggies, and fruit the center of your diet

Wine @ 5: Enjoy wine and alcohol moderately with friends and/or food

Belong: Be part of a faith-based community or organization

Love Ones First: Have close friends and strong family connections

Right Tribe: Cultivate close friends and strong social networks

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Making Peace

“you know what happens when we victimize ourselves? When we hand over our power to circumstances? We lose everything that matters. We lose the freedom to change, the grace to rise above, the strength to get up off the couch. We have given the power away. We can no longer conjure it when we need it most.”
― from “Chasing Slow: Courage to Journey Off the Beaten Path”

When I Live in the Night

Life has turned again, which it does when living with a mother whose mind says one thing and body says another. So 3 a.m. comes again and again.

I can go months without reading poetry, but suddenly the words return. This one from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

 

 

 

 

Into the Dark Again

by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Dark and getting darker—

nothing to do but to make of the body

a home for darkness,

to open every secret drawer

where we hide our private darknesses.

Who knows what might happen then?

How immeasurable we are. It is only

terrifying until it becomes freedom.

Grace comes in the strangest costumes.

Did you really think you didn’t need help?

This night, stay awake.

Some things we can see no other way.

My favorite view and time of the day. This has been a difficult three weeks in Rhode Island, my childhood home. Usually, I play, swim, eat, drink, and rest. This “vacation” has meant taking care of my mom — in so many ways.

But, I am grateful for the time with her. And I hope any decisions I must make for her will help her live a good and happy rest of her life.

So, in the morning, I walk down to the dock and breathe.