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Juliana

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Going for a Drive: 2015 Word in Review

If nothing else, my tradition of choosing a Word for the Year instead of making resolutions has brought me some serious growth.
I don’t always know at the start where the word is going to take me. I don’t have a map or clarity around it, and I never reverse engineer it by coming up with my goals first and then picking a word that matches it. I just meditate on […]

Autumn Thoughts

Lines written in the days of growing darkness
by Mary Oliver
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So […]

Sit

 
This is where we sit.
Chest up, heart out, door open to whatever comes.
We don’t wait, exactly.
We allow.
If nothing comes, fine.
If tears come, also fine.
A singing bird alights on the branch of our awareness – laugh.
There is no wrong way to do it.  Why feel guilty for joy, and satisfied with suffering?
Holding on to how hard it is doesn’t make us better or stronger. Let it be easy.
Let it fill us […]

Tiny Annoyances

Something just happened that I wanted to sit down to write about, because I know I’m not the only one who has dealt with this.
There are these things in my life that I call “tiny annoyances”. Something that doesn’t bother me enough that it needs to be immediately addressed, but bugs me every time I confront it.
I’m sure you’ve got these, too. Things like:

That one light fixture in the house that buzzes
The way […]

Word of the Year, 2015: Drive

 
I have done the Word of the Year thing for several years now, instead of resolutions. I’ve really benefitted from it. As much as I try not to be too “woo-woo” about it, I often feel as though the word chooses me and not the other way ’round. This time, I especially feel that way, because I didn’t enjoy the feeling that came over me when this word popped up.
I […]

breath of fresh air

All this hype about Spring Cleaning never really resonated with me. Spring time is when I want to go OUT, I want to frolic and play and be nowhere near my house.  Fall is when I start to nest.  As such, I tend to turn toward de-cluttering, simplifying, and beautifying my spaces during that time.
It’s officially Fall now, and the weather in Atlanta seems to have finally gotten the memo. […]

why we do it

photo by Paulo Brandão
why we do it
It is more work
to delve deep
into the recesses
to plumb the darkness,
be willing to flounder and fumble into the unknown
but when it is exposed
when we can see ourselves for who we are
oh, how we shine.
 
 

Word of the Year 2013: Tend

Once again, my word for the year is approaching me in a (I suspect deceptively) gentle way. No flashing marquis, no fanfare. A gentle but firm hand on my shoulder, a whisper.
tend.
Garden seedlings and other tiny things need tending to be given the best chance of success.
In the fallout of my divorce (and radical life changes that went with it), I stopped giving attention to everything but basic survival. If […]

Tear It All Down, Build It Back Up

My word of the year for 2011 turned into my word for TWO years. I didn’t know at the time that invoking a seemingly harmless sentiment would change my entire life, and cause me to go basically silent here (and with my music) for an entire year.
I knew that baring myself to others, and most importantly, to myself, would require some change. I knew that I could not go on […]

Quarterlife Crisis Book!

You guys! I’m in a book!

Many of you may remember that I was a blogger for Stratejoy awhile ago, and had a great time spilling my guts about my own quarterlife crises. Well now, Molly Mahar has taken some of the best of the Stratejoy blog posts and compiled them into a delicious eBook.  This would be a fantastic holiday gift for yourself of any woman you know who might […]