January 2020
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It’s still Tuesday, right? It’s almost midnight and Pepita wants to sit in my lap while I’m typing. Typical cat behavior… I’m divorcing my social media on every day except for Tuesdays (unless the newsletter suddenly starts coming out on Thursdays). No Instagram and no Facebook. I’m impulsive and compulsive sometimes, both of which make…
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Pepita, the fuzzy kitty is sitting near my feet. She is wondering when her bedtime will be honored. Soon, little one, soon. Today I drew a tarot card from my newest deck, The Spacious Tarot; it was the Guardian of Pentacles (aka the Mother or Queen of Pentacles). I asked myself, how can I be…
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Through writing in my journal this morning, I began contemplating. It seems that many people are struggling to “work your purpose” (this is a concept I’m incorporating into my upcoming online course or whatever it will turn out to be, called “Resilience Apothecary”). Perhaps my first task is to take an inventory of accomplishments upon…
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The room is filled with restaurant sounds; the cutlery is clicking on plates and bowls. Autumn Leaves is coming from the trombone, piano, upright bass and drums. How lovely. Dedication: Today is dedicated not to a person, but to the priceless concept of forgiveness. Without it, we remain cold and buried in our own asses.…
anita lorraine moore 