thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Diva completed jigsaw puzzle)
Firstly, 2-day-belated natal day wishes to [livejournal.com profile] evannichols! I hope that you had a splendid day and that you thoroughly enjoy the holiday weekend.

To my kindred spirit and dear friend [livejournal.com profile] persephone100, I know you're not on LJ much at all these days, and I'll sing happy birthday to you on the phone tomorrow. I definitely plan on visiting you in person again this summer!!

so, about that super complicated and gorgeous cardigan )

the other stuff )

Oh, and Pema Chödrön's works continue to rock my world. I checked out When Things Fall Apart from the library and will be participating in a chapter discussion over at the WFS forum. Today I had this phrase come to me, after some soul-searching: The time to live fearlessly is NOW. I'm going to try and really take that to heart and nurture the fabulousness I do have that I've been covering up for some time.

… and I may just put out a request for writing prompts. It's been far, far too long.
thrihyrne: (meditation rocks)
Don't have much to contribute about myself today, except to say that I'm enjoying getting out and walking the dog most days (starting to think about getting back in shape!) and I'm so pleased to be making some friends at the Women for Sobriety forums and moderated chat room. I've managed to find a fellow writer and introduced her to the world of fanfic and slash. ;)

My post today is what I read in my pocket Pema Chödrön before doing my morning meditation— perhaps it will resonate with you as it did with me.

We Never Know

    When we think something is going to bring us pleasure, we don't know what's really going to happen. When we think something is going to give us misery, we don't know. Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all. We try to do what we think is going to help. But we don't know. We never know if we're going to fall flat or sit up tall. When there's a big disappointment, we don't know if that's the end of the story. It may be just the beginning of a great adventure.

    I read somewhere about a family who had only one son. They were very poor. This son was extremely precious to them, and the only thing that mattered to his family was that he bring them some financial support and prestige. Then he was thrown from a horse and crippled. It seemed like the end of their lives. Two weeks after that, the army came into their village and took away all the healthy, strong men to fight in the war, and this young man was allowed to stay behind and take care of his family.

    Life is like that. We don't know anything. We call something bad; we call it good. But really we just don't know.

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