tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931801433635203992012-02-17T16:40:20.781-05:00The important thing is not which road you take, but how you experience your life.Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-52336788618355544682012-02-17T16:39:00.001-05:002012-02-17T16:40:20.790-05:00

We got a bit of rain and snow this morning. It was not enough to amount to much and as I headed out this morning I was struck by how spring like it was. It was not particularly warm; it just had the sense and feel of spring approaching.  As I continued my drive to work I felt a noticeable shift in the energy of the Universe. It is always hard to describe what that feels like. It is something

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-90558449932614476062012-02-16T16:35:00.002-05:002012-02-16T16:35:37.244-05:00

I am feeling a bit unsettled today. I have started a new course and I am feeling a bit like it is just something, once again, that I will do with no results. I know that it is self- criticism that drives me to condemn projects that do not result in a new creation. For me it is all about the results of the project and not so much about the journey to get there. And the moment that I say this out

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-15202935827261473452012-02-15T23:00:00.000-05:002012-02-16T06:29:34.252-05:00

You don’t need to know where you are headed. You just need to know there is a longing and a desire. What unfolds can be discovered in small bites.

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-23535366269502386252012-02-14T21:20:00.000-05:002012-02-14T21:20:30.615-05:00

We got the results on Ginger Bear’s biopsy today. And as I said yesterday the day you plan does not always turn out the way we want. We are thankful for what we have and are discarding the rest… We are just breathing in and exhaling moment by moment.

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-73079408541537760462012-02-13T20:05:00.002-05:002012-02-13T20:05:52.593-05:00

I have to admit that I really don’t go in for holidays and special days. It is not that I don’t like to celebrate. It is the predictability of it all that bothers me. And let’s face it, sometimes life gets in our way and we are just too busy to remember a special day. I am not trying to make an excuse for myself. I am just a bit more practical. After all, wouldn't it be nicer to plan a wonderful

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-13190900436173781732012-02-10T16:12:00.000-05:002012-02-10T16:12:39.007-05:00

I had my Akashic Reading yesterday and I have to admit that it was wonderful. It was the tip of a very large iceberg of knowledge that will continue to unfold over the next few weeks. I have cleared out a few cobwebs and have swung open a door that will never be shut again. So forgive me while I step away and spend some time with this. See you Monday.

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-81280674171694271002012-02-09T16:02:00.002-05:002012-02-09T16:02:45.198-05:00

I am emotionally tired. I think that I am taking this week in stride and rolling with the flow instead of letting the rushing waters of change pull me under. However no matter how well I do this it seems that there just comes a point when I need to sleep deeply and let go of reality in favor of dreams. I am always amazed at how necessary it is to get in some dream time. Dream time seems to put a

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-34013606461257464902012-02-08T06:14:00.002-05:002012-02-08T06:14:28.347-05:00

It has come to my attention that animals are here to teach us about spirituality. Their frailty and their ability to accept what is there in the moment of any given situation is a lesson in itself. As humans we have the ability to complain and vocalize about our life and living conditions. And for many of us this is what we do over the simplest situations. We have expected life to be simple and

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-36643823713813922132012-02-07T23:58:00.001-05:002012-02-08T05:01:14.404-05:00

Our Ginger Bear went in for emergency surgery to have her spleen and two masses removed. We picked her up late this afternoon. We are taking it moment by moment. Yet over all I am filled with happiness that I can spend another day with her.

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-84544696517124570512012-02-06T06:21:00.002-05:002012-02-06T06:21:27.450-05:00

As it turns out the lesson that showed up on Friday became important on Saturday. I spent 3 hours at the emergency veterinarian with our beloved Ginger Bear. She is very ill and at this point we are taking it moment by moment. It is easy to slip into “what ifs” and this can bring waves of sadness.  The path that I created on Friday keeps calling me and I remember how it felt. I keep pulling

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-42154564377361139822012-02-03T16:53:00.002-05:002012-02-03T16:53:59.697-05:00

I am happy that it is Friday. I have arrived at Friday and have managed to shed some of the pressures that I had earlier this week. I have planned a wonderful dinner and am looking forward to two days of not knowing what I will do. I have some projects on my list, yet none of them have to get done this weekend. I do have to wonder if finally getting some sleep has a lot to do with the stable mood

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-36475047409332698172012-02-02T17:31:00.002-05:002012-02-02T17:31:55.864-05:00

I had the opportunity to take a nap today. I had not planned on it and had not expected it to be successful. I am a bit groggy now, however the nap worked out. I drifted off to sleep ending up in the land of lucid dreams; one of my favorite places to end up. For me this state allows me to really step away from my life and I always come back feeling rested like I had a vacation from myself. I don’

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-72876833400628357562012-02-01T18:52:00.003-05:002012-02-01T18:52:49.902-05:00

I went to a meeting this morning and it was cold, very cold. It was 48 degrees and it was an inside meeting. Apparently the programmable thermostat stopped working because it needed new batteries. This problem was taken care of and the heat did go up a bit during the 3 hour meeting. The thing that was most astonishing to me is that we all sat there in the cold. I at least got my jacket and gloves

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-62167367403585549422012-01-31T18:51:00.000-05:002012-01-31T18:51:10.402-05:00

I was reminded today to ask what is possible instead of drawing conclusions and getting stuck on what I think is not possible. This question of possibility is directed at me, yet it is not rhetorical. It is directed at the still part of me, that inner sense of knowing, that keeps me looking to be the best that I can be. Impossibility is a huge road block I throw up to stop myself  dead and if I

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-89445641392450751472012-01-30T07:38:00.002-05:002012-01-30T07:38:48.662-05:00

Saturday night brought no sleep. I wish I could say that it was my usual insomnia, but it wasn’t. Life bothered me. And it bothered me well into Sunday. I try not to get locked into a point of view about things, yet sometimes it seems like it is just beyond my control (even though I know it isn’t). I spent some time doing things that were not a vibrational match for me (I felt emotionally lost at

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-15483661512099990522012-01-27T05:48:00.003-05:002012-01-28T07:13:05.354-05:00

The sensationalism has started. There are a lot of things being said about this year and only time will tell if they are true. Will the world end in December? Will the banks and money systems end just like they did in the year 2000? Oh, that’s right they didn’t. So how is 2012 different? Are we so certain that we have gotten doomsday right this time? I am not saying nothing will happen by the

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-60614085114148921052012-01-26T06:58:00.000-05:002012-01-26T06:58:03.661-05:00

I was fascinated by a story line that was playing in my head this morning. No matter what I said to myself I just kept pulling together “facts” to create the storyline. This was not a story about something I was going to write as a fictional novel. It was a story that pertained to my life and the details of my life.  I knew it was ridiculous and only based on one real fact, yet I just kept

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-4392032755740188782012-01-25T05:43:00.001-05:002012-01-26T16:08:41.803-05:00

It seems that every couple of days I am checking in with the work load that has built up. I sort through the list in my mind just to see if everything is moving forward. Most of the time this mental process works well enough and I am actually getting done what I want to do. Other times outside tasks infringe on my time and I have to make a list so that these “other” tasks don’t lose their way. I

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-62963479660341092722012-01-24T06:21:00.002-05:002012-01-24T06:21:41.464-05:00

As I get older I am discovering that I don’t sleep as much anymore. I find myself awake in the middle of the night. I might use the time to do some deep breathing or meditate or I might just get up and start my day writing or doing some paper work for the business. Last night, however I was woken from a sound sleep. Our elderly dog was pacing back and forth. As I tried to shake off sleep I

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-57467904641776807812012-01-23T17:25:00.002-05:002012-01-23T17:25:39.540-05:00

I recently read that a local veterinarian passed away from pancreatic cancer. I didn’t know he was sick. He was not my vet but he used to be. Apparently when he found out he was sick he sold his business and worked on healing full time. It struck me how hard he must have worked to build his practice and that getting sick and selling it was probably not what he planned. I wonder how often we have

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-27822329060082807302012-01-20T17:58:00.002-05:002012-01-20T17:58:27.314-05:00

I got up really early this morning and was heading off at 5:30 to a meeting in the snow. It was really dark and not many people where on the road which was nice. This all changed rapidly. I was amazed at the lights that started to show on the horizon ahead. These lights turned out to be the spot lights at a gas station. I was not sure why a gas station needed so many lights that where actually

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-1049958817756867102012-01-19T18:07:00.002-05:002012-01-19T18:07:47.997-05:00

I had one of those days that seemed just a bit too slow. It is strange how a slow day can be more tiring than an action packed day. In the middle of a slow day I generally feel like I need a nap. And even though the day is slow there is usually no opportunity for one. It is hard to get going after a slow day. It seems like the only thing that will completely banish a slow day is to go to bed and

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-27565117535397227052012-01-18T18:16:00.000-05:002012-01-18T18:16:35.488-05:00

I received a comment on my posting about the Big Box Stores that said this is just marketing and advertising. My intent was not to be naïve about marketing and advertising. What concerns me is that our minds and our nature are used to lull us into acting out of reflex and emotion. What would be so wrong if we put a little heart into life and we nurtured each other into acting for the good of each

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-28901123743483390882012-01-17T19:05:00.002-05:002012-01-17T19:05:45.821-05:00

I have recently discovered the psychology of shopping in the big club stores. I know that they have super sizes of a lot of items, yet more than that it is the scale of the building that prompts us to over buy. I have recently experienced how items in the warehouse seem to grow once they get home.  And this psychology applies to all super-sized stores not just the warehouse clubs. You can over

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-13128540844425440332012-01-16T18:38:00.001-05:002012-01-17T19:06:06.353-05:00

I am discovering that my ability to consume large amounts of food is exponentially proportional to the hunger I get as I contemplate my place in the world. It is the contemplation of what is next and my inability to define a next path that drives me to the kitchen in search of food. The food does not hold any answers and it does not satiate my hunger. All it does is stimulate a few endorphins as

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-51789843415210186532012-01-13T05:31:00.001-05:002012-01-13T05:33:05.678-05:00

Continuing with yesterday’s post I just wanted to comment that we all know that reality TV is scripted; don’t we? Well I am at least fairly certain that it is and if it isn't I am practically sure that it is at least pushed and prodded in a certain direction. I bring all this up because of the comments that I have noticed on the web. I have started to watch TV through my computer. This means that

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-81408645403391972642012-01-12T05:56:00.000-05:002012-01-12T05:56:02.659-05:00

Yesterday was one of those mornings where the sky was so beautiful that I had to stop the car and watch. I am never sure what I am watching for. It just seems like it is a moment that is too amazing to lose. The colors yesterday where pink and blue and there was a shade of light and awe mixed in that I have never found words for. Perhaps it is a lightness that only the clouds can come up with.

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-35725208631095379182012-01-11T05:50:00.000-05:002012-01-11T05:50:39.693-05:00

I have to admit that I have been dragging my feet a bit. The New Year is well underway and I have remained silent. I wish that I could say that I have been silently watching and gathering my thoughts together, but that is just not the case. I seldom ever have to gather my thoughts. They seem to swell up inside of me and then they just roar forth like a summer thunderstorm; I rarely can stop them.

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-45388203184688233552011-12-23T06:18:00.001-05:002011-12-23T19:06:03.374-05:00

It is a few days before the Christmas holiday and we are really not ready at all. The tree is not up and we do not have presents for each other. We do have lots of presents for the dogs, cats, chickens and fish. I would like to say that it has been an overwhelming year, yet that is not my sense. We have been busy and remain busy, yet it does not seem overwhelming. It has been a happy peaceful

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-67353085395465624312011-12-19T22:39:00.002-05:002011-12-20T16:16:40.608-05:00

I was silently chastising myself for not keeping up with my new program. And as my internal dialog continued I realized that dieting and all the ways that I had been looking at my health, weight and eating lifestyle was completely dysfunctional. I realized that this was (perhaps) the last hold out in a long string of ideas that traveled the realms of self hatred and not being good enough the way

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-20767331352762013782011-12-16T05:53:00.002-05:002011-12-17T06:22:30.893-05:00

It has been a long busy week. I have attempted to write each day this week and each time my words trailed off the edge of the page and were left hanging in mid air. It is Friday at last. The last coat of polyurethane goes on the floor today. The new garage doors were finished at 6:00 PM last night. All the building supplies have been cleared out of the living room (yeah space!). We will celebrate

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-9667296035454694022011-12-12T22:33:00.002-05:002011-12-17T06:23:05.841-05:00

I love Christmas lights. It is wonderful to drive around at night and see the splashes of extra color as the lights brighten and warm the night. I can’t help but feel younger as I stare with wonder at the colors. I love lights on our house. It is so nice to come home to the lights that we set up on a timer to go on and then off a few hours later. It makes the world feel magic. What does not feel

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-1489015444844324052011-12-10T18:54:00.000-05:002011-12-10T18:54:58.563-05:00

I became overwhelmed by my own shadow land. I found myself firmly planted in my own baggage and it was a weight that seemed unbearable. I am here now and I know where I am now. I have found that it is important to keep asking myself this simple question: Where am I? This question alone has allowed me to refocus; has allowed me to pull myself back from the future or past that I was firmly planted

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-76787918042737143632011-12-07T00:23:00.000-05:002011-12-08T05:59:22.144-05:00

This week has been long and full. It seems to be moving along, yet there is so much going on that I am longing for a couple days of at least the possibility of leisure time. I have started a couple new projects and I am looking forward to spending a bit more time with them perhaps drawing inward and watching the reflections of the season as they cast long shadows across my path. There is a lot to

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-57549221983585792622011-12-06T23:58:00.000-05:002011-12-07T06:51:46.587-05:00

In the last 48 hours I have become aware of the fact that I am having a polite war with my body. At some point I became separate from my body and I have taken a stance of intellectual superiority. It is as if I think that I can work out the equation of life if only my body stopped letting me down. And it is this struggle that has left me a bit irritable today. In calmer moments I know that my

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-14440953719509141842011-12-05T23:10:00.000-05:002011-12-06T06:36:40.246-05:00

 I am starting a workshop called: Weight Loss for People Who Feel Too Much. I am not so much interested in weight loss as I am interested in why I eat what I eat. Basically the premise is that if you feel too much (as in the feelings/emotions of everyone and thing around you) and you don’t know what to do with all that stuff you may eat to dull the experience. Many of us do other things to dull

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-51933359702877156762011-12-01T22:19:00.001-05:002011-12-02T05:22:21.979-05:00

As December bears down on me I find myself looking for space. I just want to stand in one place motionless watching as objects around me move fast and then fade into a blur as I pick out one small bird to focus on. I will allow myself to drift into a standing meditation as I watch the bird carefully pick through seeds in the garden. And as I watch I will feel myself drift closer and closer to the

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-61193610308858575432011-11-30T23:53:00.000-05:002011-12-01T06:00:19.589-05:00

We have been doing a major construction project since the beginning of September and like all construction projects  it seems to just need a stopping point whether we are fully done or not. We have reached that point and will be mostly stopping at the end of the week. It had been my plan to do most of the remodeling myself, yet it seems that I woke up one day and just decided that I did not want

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-27106778425422960272011-11-29T17:35:00.000-05:002011-11-29T18:09:37.310-05:00

I am in that holiday lull. Thanksgiving is over, the turkey is gone and it is too soon to think about Christmas. I have always thought it strange that we get so much time off from work for Thanksgiving. It seems unnecessarily long. I would much rather have off from 25 December until the first of the year. The stretch between New Year and Christmas is a waste at work as not much gets done. However

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-61686780237043778382011-11-28T18:15:00.000-05:002011-11-28T18:15:21.916-05:00

Thanksgiving has come and gone. I am thankful for that. Unfortunately turkey and all its side dishes linger on. I don’t like turkey. I suppose that I did growing up. Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that I ate it growing up. We ate a lot and I am not really sure that I ever spend any time thoughtfully or thankfully eating. We just ate and we ate lots of food. I don’t remember that there was

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-80072065530358702952011-11-23T16:32:00.000-05:002011-11-23T16:32:10.830-05:00

This is the time of year when it is hard not to get caught up in the holidays that everyone is worrying about. There is a lot of emotion this time of year. The cork has been released from the neck of where we usually stuff it to hold our emotions in check.  I would be thankful for a bit more emoting year round and a lot less holiday overload. I have tried to take myself out of the holiday frenzy,

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-3155471819418371972011-11-21T22:30:00.002-05:002011-11-29T17:19:39.648-05:00

We decided to have Thanksgiving dinner this year. We always have a big meal; however we rarely have turkey and all the side dishes that make it a slightly obscene feast instead of a meal. We were at the store shopping for dinner guests that were to arrive Sunday night when we found ourselves standing in front of the turkey bin. After moving some hefty 20 and 30 pound turkeys we finally located a

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-35656508324167408102011-11-17T15:50:00.001-05:002011-11-29T17:18:05.505-05:00

I was talking with a friend last night and she noted how many people in her life are changing in ways that she had not thought possible. She said it was as if we were all starting to take our training wheels off and where finally big enough to ride that two wheeler. And maybe this is what the big shift is all about.  I too have noticed that people I know are changing in unexpected ways. Some are

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-79884580523762592142011-11-16T16:57:00.000-05:002011-11-16T16:57:20.125-05:00

I was talking with a friend about the challenges of eating out as a vegetarian and I had to acknowledge that this is still so difficult. Where we live vegetarian fare is still pasta and cheese sauce and a side vegetable; not very appealing meal after meal.  I am not a vegetarian so my thoughts quickly moved on to all the foods that I can eat as a carnivore with no food allergies. I used to be a

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-87409853847445830122011-11-15T15:22:00.000-05:002011-11-15T15:22:47.707-05:00

I broke my own back. I was walking through the house from one room into the next when I felt something slip. It was just a small shift, yet it was clear to me what had happened. Okay, I did not really break my back. What happened is that something slipped out of alignment and I was left unable to move in a normal way. My life had become broken as I no longer took for granted all of the ways that

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-4420818776071809202011-11-14T14:55:00.000-05:002011-11-14T14:55:07.678-05:00

I have often wondered if I could begin where I left off; just jump in and start writing again. A word document opened on my computer this morning. I would like to say that it opened all by itself, yet I have to admit that I cannot believe that. It must have been that I pushed the touch pad while getting up and the cursor just happened to be hovering over that document. So here it is (the document

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-91421351143405848912011-03-18T16:45:00.000-04:002011-03-18T16:45:26.268-04:00

I have to admit it, I hate clutter. I hate looking at clutter and I hate the thought of clutter. This does not mean that I don’t have clutter in my house. I am sure that I do. It does mean that often I have a moment (a large moment) where I go on the rampage and need to get rid of as much clutter as possible. For various reasons this has been a week filled with clutter. And clutter has an

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-34865761403703738982011-03-17T05:19:00.001-04:002011-03-17T05:19:00.144-04:00

I generally manage to send a card off to Dad on his birthday. This year Dad is extensively traveling and I did not really think about the additional time that it would take for a card to head to Florida. I will drop a card in the mail which will be waiting for him when he arrives home and now that I know when he will be traveling home it actually buys me a few extra days to get that card in the

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-42329142734964496912011-03-15T17:36:00.000-04:002011-03-15T17:36:40.841-04:00

I have a friend who is on a quest for love: a time honored and noble quest and one that we all perhaps can relate to. It can be a sad and lonely quest that may or may not have a happy ending. And in the end this may depend on your point of view. What is it about love that keeps us all searching for it? Our quest takes shape based on our early years and how love appeared for us and then as we

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-60097469350194255992011-03-14T18:14:00.002-04:002011-03-14T18:14:40.435-04:00

I found myself awake in the middle of the night. I was not sure if it was a dream or if I had started rummaging through my thoughts as I awoke. I was walking through some memories and just as I was about to start judging my choices I found there was another feeling there. I realized that I was filled with these memories. I mean, I was literally filled with them. They were crammed into every part

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-9962089608914777272011-03-11T17:03:00.000-05:002011-03-11T17:03:29.622-05:00

I am spending a bit more time on Face Book these days. I have noticed that unlike real conversations the snap shots that we are commenting on are hardly representative of a person’s life. They are at best the emotion or thought that they had in one brief moment. If we take what we read too seriously we may be passing on our words of wisdom to an audience that has long since moved on. I am not

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-3394347990619667952011-03-10T17:55:00.000-05:002011-03-10T17:55:19.578-05:00

As someone who frequently steps back and observes the flow of my own life I have to say that I am not always enthused about where I seem to be headed. The problem as I see it, is that as I get older I am less willing to tolerate the passage of time as I wait for the seas to shift in a more favorable way. I am more demanding of life now and more critical of myself. I want life to slow down yet I

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-70558247497031682242011-03-08T20:18:00.000-05:002011-03-08T20:18:02.332-05:00

It was a beautiful sunny day after the storm. I shot some pictures out the window of my car. It was just nice to be alive today!

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-15334181062890739752011-03-07T18:56:00.000-05:002011-03-07T18:56:17.235-05:00

This morning as I set out to work I was prepared for an early spring day of rain. The snow banks had been washed back and the frozen ground held the rain and snow melt that now lay in puddles on the ground What I was not prepared for was the dropping temperature as I headed north. The rain changed to ice. The ice coated trees bent under the strain of the storm that had been too cold for rain. By

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-42566227978159989312011-03-04T20:01:00.017-05:002011-03-04T20:08:20.050-05:00

I have reached the end of what turned out to be (for various reasons) a long week with few rewards. Stuff happened and for the most part I did what I needed to do yet I don’t remember much about the week. I think this is what concerns me the most. All that time that I spend doing something that is forgotten (or at least unmemorable) in the moment it happened. But then I wonder, was I on autopilot

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-89867483610157002352011-03-03T18:53:00.000-05:002011-03-03T18:53:32.920-05:00

I have to admit that I am not sure that I have enough energy to make it through the rest of the week. I was feeling fine this morning and then this afternoon for some reason I let my guard down and the world just came pouring in. It is really clear to me that they are trying to convince us that the economy is turning around. Yet the gasoline prices are climbing over night and more people I know

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-2019597136948961532011-03-02T18:13:00.000-05:002011-03-02T18:13:09.158-05:00

I have been wondering why it is so easy to work diligently at doing nothing while the things we say we really want to do languish in the shadows of our thoughts. I know for myself I feel like I want to reward myself after a busy day by creating some intense down time. What is really happening is that I am relaxing when I could be working at some project that will get me going where I want to go.

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-43784896208880256892011-03-01T19:26:00.000-05:002011-03-01T19:26:08.653-05:00

I found myself in a crumpled mass of emotions today. I know what set it off. I have a high standard for myself and I get a bit frustrated when I cannot seem to beat my way out of a wet bag. And saying that I get a bit frustrated is an understatement. My parents will attest to the temper tantrums I suffered as I tried to maneuver through my world as a child. Fortunately I have worked through the

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-66279022170168592582011-02-28T18:43:00.001-05:002011-02-28T19:49:21.768-05:00

I wanted to say that I was tired of the winter: tired of shoveling, tired of being cold, and tired of driving on slippery roads. However, on second glance I realized that we have done an amazing job at managing the snow and cold. It made me want to congratulate us for toughing it out and doing a great job. It is easier to look at the negative and to forget all the accomplishments that we have

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-7297990856342687072011-02-25T16:41:00.000-05:002011-02-25T16:41:14.889-05:00

With the new job I am finding that I am once more entering the world of the consumer. Do I really need to upgrade my 3 year old cell phone? Do I need to buy new jeans to replace some ratty, yet comfortable ones. I need to buy steel toe boots and the list seems to go on and on. The only thing that I can say this time around is that I am asking myself at each step, “Do I need this or do I just want

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-17968534159331175842011-02-24T16:49:00.002-05:002011-02-24T16:49:59.995-05:00

Due to economic times (blah, blah, blah) I started working as an engineer again. That was the beginning of January and it has been a real shift for me after working for myself. This morning as I was balancing the new job and the old job I realized that I felt a pull to fulfill my obligations to my new job. What I discovered is that I am fully entrenched at my new job. After two months it has

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-47428723356907113732011-02-23T18:44:00.000-05:002011-02-23T18:44:00.525-05:00

I have been noticing how much I have been struggling with this winter. It is colder and snowier than it has been and this is just getting me down. Yet I know that it is more than that. I am struggling with life changes that are pushing my buttons. I am struggling with a fractured ankle that is at week four in the healing process. I feel like I have been patient. I have sat quietly reading and

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-50785361132343667532011-02-22T17:08:00.000-05:002011-02-22T17:08:47.402-05:00

It has been brought to my attention that I have stopped blogging for no apparent reason. Perhaps it was that I woke up one day and decided to walk out a door and step away from myself. I have to admit that the idea of stepping away from who I might be in any given moment is appealing to me. This is not to say that I don’t like who I am; it is just that sometime I need a break from being in my

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-47614959254022509002010-12-29T09:31:00.002-05:002010-12-29T09:31:42.260-05:00

I am finding that things are never the end. I am still not sure where I am moving my Blog or what it is that I will say. There are a lot of things that are changing as I move into the end of the year. I will be starting a new job working for someone else. I am not sure that this is an adventure that I am ready for, yet I am willing to trust the doors that have been opened. I am feeling a bit like

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-80679935427028078742010-11-24T10:03:00.000-05:002010-11-24T10:03:45.248-05:00

This is something that I did not see coming and it is something that I did not anticipate as an inevitable destination. Somehow I have arrived here though and while I am not sure what is next I do know that this will be my last posting. I have toyed with the idea of doing the occasional post perhaps about soul astrology or the occasional comment on world events, yet I have to admit that this does

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-91788161316349299972010-11-23T18:03:00.001-05:002010-12-29T09:32:24.071-05:00

I think today started like any other. Sounds like a corny line from a novel, yet this is how I am feeling about now. The day turned out completely different than what I expected. I cannot pin point any one event that was the turning point. It just seemed like it was a day of cascading bad decisions. I know that tomorrow will be another day and the next day another and at some point I will have

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-2332058360349651702010-11-22T10:18:00.000-05:002010-11-22T10:18:27.004-05:00

A visiting friend commented that she never realized that I was such a project person. I never have given it much thought myself; I just do what I do. Yet since that comment I have been thinking about my projects and I have realized just how important they are to me. Sometimes we talk about having someone else do some of the work and I can feel how that tugs at my heart. What I have come to

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-50670810502495788962010-11-19T10:10:00.000-05:002010-11-19T10:10:29.734-05:00

I am reading the book Eat Pray Love. This morning I read one of the best descriptions of the “monkey mind” on page 132. It was so clear and concise that it just stopped me while I was reading. It was not an ‘aha’ moment (one of those moments of crystal clarity); it was just a moment when something I knew was described so perfectly. The thing that was so beautiful about what she wrote was that she

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-32638952161686911422010-11-18T09:49:00.002-05:002010-11-18T09:49:45.549-05:00

I have recently been looking through the books at the swap shop at the transfer station. There are the usual things like ancient encyclopedias and paper backs that have long outlived their usefulness. Or perhaps cherished books of an owner now dead; pages bent and crinkled by a once loving hand. Then there are the books that look like they just came from the bookstore; their hard covers holding

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-64081187970423219412010-11-17T23:00:00.001-05:002010-11-18T09:31:08.544-05:00

In the early morning hours I generally wake up while lying in bed and I give some thought to my day. I may start to write. Carefully crafting lines in my head that I will forget the moment that I get up. Or perhaps I will think about what I will do or what I will have for breakfast. It is this pondering that finally gets me up as I realize that I might as well get on with my day. Yet like my

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-56969841164118436182010-11-16T23:00:00.006-05:002010-11-18T09:17:52.752-05:00

At the start of most weeks I have a plan about what I will do on that day or perhaps for the week. Some weeks it is ambitious and others it is not. The thing that I never count on is that the week will be much different than I anticipate and it is that anticipation that can lead to frustration. The degree of the frustration depends on how attached I become to what it is that I thought I should do

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-81128516071798620192010-11-15T15:17:00.000-05:002010-11-15T15:17:46.968-05:00

I have started the difficult task of rewriting last year’s November Novel. I enjoy doing it , it just requires focus that I do not always have the luxury of having. I need to be able to concentrate with complete determination on this one task. Getting up to attend to life can cause me to drop some facts or lose my train of thought. I have a lot of inconsistency in my unfinished novel and it is a

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-29974150168658021582010-11-12T12:58:00.002-05:002010-11-12T12:58:41.596-05:00

I have to admit that this has been a surprising week in many ways. It is a week that started off with high emotion and frustration and then ended in a more balanced way. It was a busy week. I missed a blog post; I did not accomplish what I wanted to. I did a whole bunch of things I had not planned, yet they turned out to be just what was needed this week. All in all it was a week that brought me

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-6810971215380786002010-11-10T11:12:00.000-05:002010-11-10T11:12:09.648-05:00

There is something about the tireless routine of life that is exhausting. It is this that has brought me here this morning feeling like it needs to be Friday, yet knowing that it is only Wednesday. And it is not that the day of the week matters. Each day for me is a continuation of the next; the routine shifts and changes a bit, yet it remains the same. And as I write this I can’t help wondering

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-15911900170141752012010-11-09T13:19:00.000-05:002010-11-09T13:19:53.618-05:00

I went on a job interview last night. This always seems to happen just when I have decided that my life is working out great and there really is nothing more that I desire. A friend advised me that I should take it in stride and just interview for the fun of it. A change of attitude on a job interview certainly is a welcome change from my usual extreme nervousness. Letting go of that nervousness

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-2872402654558676922010-11-08T08:59:00.000-05:002010-11-08T08:59:42.248-05:00

A large dead tree fell in the road in front of our house this morning. The fire department dragged it to the side of the road without incident. As I watched I could not help thinking that it was a reminder of the winter to come. It seems that in addition to snow the winter piles on inconvenience after inconvenience. And yes we can cope with them all. It is more that I would rather be dealing with

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-61411149001906843962010-11-05T11:12:00.000-04:002010-11-05T11:12:32.403-04:00

The day that we were supposed to get high speed internet came and went. By 6:00 PM we had no internet service so I had to put in a trouble call for a service that we never received. Two days later we had service and I have to say that it is unbelieving fast. So it was a story with a happy ending, more or less. The thing that does concern me is the emotional mark the anticipation and waiting made

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-22400154243003283542010-11-04T08:13:00.000-04:002010-11-04T08:13:05.617-04:00

Sometimes events come together to create something wonderful. Well they do if we pay attention. Earlier this year I picked up a large aluminum pole at the transfer station. I was going to add it to my scrap metal pile. It must have been left over from an awning project. It is about nine feet tall and has a great off white finish.  Several weeks after acquiring the pole we decided to relocate the

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-28185730042209471872010-11-03T22:00:00.000-04:002010-11-04T07:03:37.858-04:00

I had said that I was going to publish excerpts of my book this month. I planned to do this because I thought that I needed every spare moment to write. It turns out that I miss the reality check-in that I tend to do here in my Blog. My novel is great, however I miss real life. I have decided to go back to writing my regular blog. I will just throw in a post or two about the novel progress every

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-57316699478203217142010-11-02T10:33:00.000-04:002010-11-02T10:33:58.964-04:00

One of the hardest things is to write without correcting grammar and typos. This criticalness is what can stop the creative process. The point of the November writing project is to practice letting go of this internal critic and just let the words flow. The editing process needs to take place long after the create process. Having said all of this I have to admit that I have my share typos in what

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-24580946935997899572010-11-01T10:43:00.001-04:002010-11-02T10:27:47.801-04:00

It has begun. It is November first and I have spent two hours writing my novel. It sounds so glorious to put that on paper, yet it is just me writing like I have for many years of my life. I write and mostly file it away with no one ever reading it. Yet I do have to admit that most days as I wander through my life I am writing in my head; recording the details of what I see and hear and filing it

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-67084226946774284022010-10-29T12:47:00.000-04:002010-10-29T12:47:28.647-04:00

I was certain that yesterday was Friday. Everything about it seemed to be so Friday (except for the normal Thursday events that came and went without tipping me off to the fact that it was indeed Thursday). There was just this sense of competition that I had running through me that could only mean that it was Friday, the end of the week. Yet here I am today, again, doing my Friday post and

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-90496229373520656232010-10-28T09:31:00.000-04:002010-10-28T09:31:31.088-04:00

Sometimes it just seems like there is no one there to talk to. Nothing has really changed in your life it is just that sometimes it is from the depth of your soul that you need to speak and this cannot be done in the confines of every day conversation. A longing in your heart wells up and you search around you for that one place that you can find someone to tell your thoughts to, yet these

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-61277120077634000222010-10-27T17:06:00.003-04:002010-10-27T17:06:34.421-04:00

I have to admit that I have drifted into a slight sadness this afternoon. I didn’t see it coming and I am not sure how it happened. There was just this moment that I realized it was there. I am not sad about anything in particular; it is just a feeling for no apparent reason. I have found that if I try to give it a name and a reason that it just makes me sadder and the sadness can take a firmer

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-77930368045438890402010-10-26T15:42:00.000-04:002010-10-26T15:42:22.221-04:00

We got the call today that most people in rural USA are waiting for: high speed internet is finally available. And while this is great news we did hesitate and weigh out the cost. So after some contemplation and assurance that we have 30 days to change our mind, we signed up. We will not be connected until November, yet it is great to have this to look forward to. There is a part of me that is

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-2701899355695112372010-10-25T15:55:00.000-04:002010-10-25T15:55:20.383-04:00

My partner was recently working with an overly agitated dog and was patently working to get him to lie down and relax. It was a curious process for me. I rarely have enough endurance for this waiting game, a battle of patience. Who will give in first. I know from experience that my partner will stand unwavering, waiting for compliance to wash around her. I would have given up. I would have

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-91446027304707764112010-10-22T22:00:00.001-04:002010-10-25T15:48:46.593-04:00

I have to admit that all of this talk of writing in November has left me somewhat terrified of writing. I am excited, yet I am also terrified. I have no idea what I will write about. Yet I never have any idea what I will write and this has never stopped me. I love the feeling that happens when I get lost in what I am writing; stepping into a life that is forming on the page. Everything I do

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-7659724793082351772010-10-21T11:21:00.001-04:002010-10-21T15:31:20.688-04:00

We have stepped into the sign of Scorpio. Scorpio is the sign of personal battle against obstacles. The obstacles are self-created and it is recognition of this that helps us as we face these obstacles. With the pull of the full moon and determination of Scorpio be prepared to be marched through each house of the zodiac as we travel through Scorpio. The moon spends only a brief two days in each

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-12396747318195668172010-10-20T16:26:00.000-04:002010-10-20T16:26:20.080-04:00

I have been giving some thought to the November novel project and it is clear that the only way it will work is if I dedicate all of my writing time to the 1000 words a day. This means that my blog entries will somehow have to relate to the novel. It might be interesting if they are part of what I am writing. I will give this some thought over the next week. If I do start a November novel, I will

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-2002844974154785282010-10-19T12:47:00.000-04:002010-10-19T12:47:38.238-04:00

November is fast approaching and this means that it will again be time to write a novel in a month. I have not finished the first draft of the novel I started last year, yet I am already contemplating one for this year. I wonder if this will be another thing that languishes each year incomplete or will I eventually complete them. I am tempted to claim failure before I start. Yet I fear that I

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-47731293085945177522010-10-18T12:50:00.000-04:002010-10-18T12:50:11.598-04:00

There is something about this time of year that makes me want to take long walks down quiet country roads; kicking through the fallen leaves as I go. Autumn is a time of inward reflection, yet it can also be a time of action. Here in the northeast there are leaves to be raked, flower beds to be put away, and the last of the vegetable garden to be savored. Still my thoughts beckon me inward to

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-60360770828427199772010-10-15T10:39:00.000-04:002010-10-15T10:39:53.554-04:00

We are having some work done behind the garage to clear and smooth out the ground. It is raining heavily this morning. I am afraid that the newly opened ground will slide into the garage. And while I currently don’t see the contractor’s vision I am sure that we will at some point come to a meeting of the minds. All of this digging has gotten me to do a bit of digging into myself; some of it is

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-30332299326108053332010-10-14T08:53:00.000-04:002010-10-14T08:53:33.965-04:00

It is cold this morning, the first real evidence of a frost. As the day progresses we will be able to tell what plants did not survive.  I wish that I could say that I enjoyed the crisp cold; I don’t. I am longing for the lengthy summer days again and in some ways the early spring. The spring may include lots of snow, yet at least the sun is strong and warming. I miss the sun in the winter. There

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-73587299995301311772010-10-13T09:02:00.000-04:002010-10-13T09:02:27.805-04:00

I stepped out early this morning and there was an odd haze. Almost like fog yet not quite. The leaves still on the trees added a glow and dreaminess to the morning. I am optimistic this morning. There is no reason that I should be, I just am. Perhaps it is my calm before the storm. I know that I am not done with my personal road blocks and that there will be more to push through in the coming

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-91729940966571466882010-10-12T18:24:00.000-04:002010-10-12T18:24:39.817-04:00

I am still feeling the transition as I search for balance. Most times it has been easy to find balance. Not now. Everything seems just out of reach and what previously worked to help me balance feels less than adequate. I spend an hour searching for my journal this morning. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know where it was. This and a few other oddities have left me feeling like I am

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-87395385584835632482010-10-11T09:48:00.000-04:002010-10-11T09:48:37.980-04:00

It is difficult for us to see our own light and beauty. It is easier for us to see our faults. It is this ability that keeps us questing and hoping that we have a greater purpose in life. As long as we do not believe in our own beauty our purpose will remain elusive and just around the corner of each day. What we are seeking is right here in our hearts. We only need to open to our own light and

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-29678225878926375972010-10-08T09:15:00.000-04:002010-10-08T09:15:13.401-04:00

Today I am really starting to get a feel for this new life I am creating. It is hard to know what tomorrow will be. If you work for a company often it is easy to get into a routine and then expect the same thing each day. For me each day is different as I work through the details of how I want my life to be. No matter what you do for work each day could be new and different if you look at the

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-63525740083445392982010-10-07T10:02:00.000-04:002010-10-07T10:02:00.063-04:00

I am not sure how I would find my way through the confusion of my mind without meditation. It took me a long time to find my way to meditation. I had so many ideas about meditation that I could not let myself go. I was tangled up in the right and wrong of what I should be doing. Now I finally understand that meditation is not about holding on, it is about letting go; letting go of my imagined

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-84208496731196607302010-10-06T22:00:00.001-04:002010-10-07T08:58:16.484-04:00

The weeks are slipping by quickly. I am discovering that I am letting a lot slide as I stand paralyzed by the passage of time. I am amazed at how little I can do. Fall is closing in around me and I have not begun any of the things I need to do before winter. I have to admit that on these cool, rainy days I do not care. The world is spinning toward its future and I just want to sit behind my

Elizabeth P. Ashworthnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-51726699086518375012010-10-05T15:09:00.000-04:002010-10-05T15:09:17.520-04:00

My talk last night went okay. I have to admit that those sorts of things are not that easy for me. I enjoy meeting people and I really enjoy getting myself out and about. I just have a tough time with pushing myself to get out there. Sometimes I just like to hang out on my own. It seems as I get older I have a lot that I want to think about and working on my own seems to facilitate this. All of

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