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Empowered and Boundless

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.
My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

What would the world look like if every woman in it had courage to stand up and speak out? Against any injustice on her or others’ behalf, against prejudice, hate and bias?

Realizing that naming evil out loud can be a daunting task for any human, how about starting with something as simple as claiming our bodies?

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The Call of the Wild

Have you heard the call of the wild?

Perhaps you were camping in the North Cascades and a bird called to you before the sun has fully risen over the douglas firs. Or maybe a plant you’ve never noticed before softly whispered into your ear, encouraging you to get to know it better. It’s possible you heard it in the rush of a river coming down from the mountains, as you stood on the uneven rocks on its bank and closed your eyes to the noise, leaning in.

You must have heard the call. Have you answered it?

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Creating Visions

I have always struggled with identifying with words such as ‘artist’ or ‘creative’. Despite majoring in fine arts in college and spending hours at the painting studio, every time a friend would call me a creative person or an artist I would inwardly, and at times outwardly, cringe.

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At dawn it was so quiet as if the whole world was collectively holding its breath in anticipation. Despite the curtain of smoke covering Seattle from one body of water to another, another day was about to begin. A wonder.

Not many were up at this time. When it is still dark yet a faint outline of the sun being born is caressing the sky. A gradation so subtle even one blink and you may miss it altogether. 

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Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.
― John Muir

I admit that I am tired, nerve-shaken and over-civilized. This summer in particular I had little time to get out into the stunning Pacific Northwest nature and unplug, destress and rekindle my love for the wild.

In the last few months I have moved to a new place, had three visitors and took a trip to Colorado, all while working nights and weekends. My very bones felt exhausted, my soul drained. I yearned to get out of the city to walk on a trail on a mountainside, touching the trees as I went, infusing my heart with their healing energy.

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Desire to Bloom

Rhododendrons seemed to have moved into my neighborhood like a swarm of Olympic athletes each eager to show off their blooming colors: be it magenta, lilac, white with pink edges or the deepest shade of purple.

Like a clueless observer I stand with my mouth agape, easily swayed between the exuberance of indigo and the innocence of pure white. All of a sudden walking down the street turns into a task of picking a favorite child – however do I choose?

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Tea and Cake with My Demons

“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,” said Pooh.

“There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.”
― A.A. Milne

It is remarkably easy to lose oneself in being busy these days. Amidst the blue screens, street noise and ever-changing traffic lights, days pass without proper notice, until we wake up and a year or two has quietly slipped by.

Yearning to relax and enjoy life yet feeling the immense pressure to be busy successful, we bury ourselves in a pile of work, hoping to make ourselves feel less alone in the company of busyness.

What are we running from? Why is our society so afraid of being left alone with nothing to do, no company except your very own colorful daydreams? Or is it our inner demons we are more afraid of?

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A Thirst for Stories

My love for reading began when I was ten. My best friend and I would walk forty minutes through the city to get to the nearest library where we would spend hours perusing their offerings, reading summaries to each other to see what story we wanted to read next and checking out books by the dozen, coming home with sore shoulders from the press of the stack.