Day 20

I've lost track. In fact, I lost a day. Day 19. To drinking. But hey, all I can do is get back up.

Back up I am. In reflecting on my drinking, which has been four times over the last 20 days, I think that

a) I am self-sabotaging because

b) I am used to being sick and tired

c) I am used to being stuck or reliant on alcohol

d) I am used to allowing my body to overpower my frontal cortex and so

e) to really get clean I have to step way out of what has become my comfort zone.

My comfort zone of continually relapsing. Or, now this is an idea because relapsing does not feel like the right word... In fact, it's more like my comfort zone is continually trying to get sober for more than six months or at this point, at least 90 days.

So that's my comfort zone, I am stuck in trying to get sober.

Grist for the mill. Going to sleep on that.

Day 16 and 17

Day 16 was good. It was my birthday. Received tons of calls which was lovely but spent hours gabbing on phone. Sober.

Day 17 started great. Went swimming and had a sudden impulse while at grocer to grab wine which I did and drank along with oreos. WTF?

Now it's Monday and I'm concerned about my drinking again. I don't want to do it and yet, I slip. It really bothers me. A lot.

So, all I can do is decide again.

I am deciding again to not drink. To be sober. So, it's four slips in 17 days.

I'm just going to leave it at that.

Day 15

Drinking for me at this point is pure sloth. I just want to go unconscious. Anyway, have been hunkered down all day because I'm on the edge of Florence. A quiet day in Lake Wobegon. It's been raining on and off. A bit of wind earlier in the day. But now it's a little after 9 PM. I'm stuffed because I ate big meals or what felt like big meals or maybe 3 regular to small meals on top of that jar of peanuts I put away in 24 hours.

Took a long nap. Listened to some good stuff. Talked with a few friends. Downloaded a MAJOR way forward with a specific niche and a narrowing of my offering.

So, that's it for me on Day 15. Tomorrow is my birthday. Nothing whatsoever planned except for a phone chat with my bestie in the morning.


Day 13

I'm good. Did not accomplish much today outside of a meeting, laundry, a few pre-hurricane chores, updating my LinkedIn everything.

1 beer knocked me out. But that was after a bottle of wine the previous night. I am proceeding. Sober today.

Did not even walk. The humidity before the oncoming hurricane created sauna-like conditions.

Day 12

Late entry because I drank a beer late last night.

That's a problem with falling off the wagon. One slip makes it easier for one more slip.

I had no reason. Well, not superficially. I'd done a good full day of teaching that did not stress me out too much except for the demos. I'd swam half a mile and was showered and feeling good.

On the other hand, I am out of funds, found no gas at any of the stations I visited, the stores were all out of bananas and a huge hurricane is on the way.

When I finally found a station with gas, there was the convenience store and I caved to impulse.

Of course, I did not sleep well after just one pint. So, today was technically my "day off" and morning meeting with accountability partner.

Day 11

Drank tonight. Cortisol levels through the roof. Started with succumbing to a tasting then ran to a bottle (well, not quite but close enough). Bummer but the idea is to holiday for the month. What's done is done. and ten days was a good run. Tomorrow is another day. At the moment, which could change tomorrow, I am totally out of cash resources plus I dropped my iPhone in hot coffee and fried it this morning. The replacement cost ate up the last of my bumper of credit options. An historic hurricane approaches and the first outer band is hitting right this minute.

Bed. Now. Bummed but appreciating my humanity.

Day 10

This will be a quick one. It's late and I'm roaming the web when I should be in my PJs in bed.

Got some work and two loads of laundry done. The weather has cooled down which is very, very good. I swam half a mile and put in meditation time with good intentions for the new moon.

Can't think of what else happened to my time other than working on the outline and some research for my new class that starts tomorrow.

That's it for me. Glad to be alcohol-free. Good night.

Day 9

Forgot to post last night. I had chained myself to my office chair to do research and a batch mailing to most of the US watercolor societies. Worth a shot of 24 hours of work to pitch my history practicum. Anyway, I'll get some eyeballs on my site and that might lead to something.

Staying up too late but that will change soon. Have to prepare for brand spanking new class tomorrow but that will be fun. Full day ahead. Will check in tonight. It's good to be sober.

Day 8

Can't say that I got any work done today but I worked on myself and had help with that.

Dropped off partial tests and had blood drawn for cortisol levels. Took some weird drug for that blood test at midnight last night and, boy, did I have a horrid nightmare. About my watercolor teaching job.

Re-read the beginning of The Big Leap, swam half a mile and met a new friend in the YMCA locker room. Had a wonderful craniosacral treatment from a friend. Ate a bunch of cookies. Finally, maneuvered my way around the utterly mad downtown scene to see my new friend's exhibit of paintings.

It was good to get out into the world. It was good to have some healing work done.

My new intro to Tarot and Astrology class filled up. I have never taught this before and am certainly no expert but I think it will be fun and interesting and that we'll all learn a lot.

Because I've been up so late for two nights for these special tests, I am hoping to get a good, long sleep tonight.

My plan is to start tomorrow with meditation and a gratitude list.

So grateful to be sober for over a week now. I don't know what is coming but am feeling better about it now. I am turning my life and my will over to the care of the divine and am wondering what fantastic opportunity that I could never have dreamed of is on the horizon.

Oh, one more thing... my feline love and roommate who's been suffering with thyroid problems is (somewhat reluctantly) eating her special food and starting to act frisky and healthy again. She ran and climbed a tree this morning (well, as far up as she could run) and played with me and some toys tonight. Good news.

Good night.

Day 7

Okay. 7 days! That's a good thing.

Except for half an hour walk this morning and watering the garden, I've been inside all day doing research and feel like I did nothing.

But I did. I researched children's lit agents, learned about picture book protocol, sketched out some ideas for one of my lyrics and figured out how I might lay out six other sets of lyrics. I also learned how little the return is for such projects. But that being said, you know, it's hard to say what's going to hit and what isn't.

I've been inside because I've had to do a 24 hour urine sample and then realized at dinner that I screwed it up because of a pill I have to take tonight for a blood test in the morning. Anyway...

The point is that what I chose to do was go down the rabbit hole of approaching agents about a picture book after an idea I got late last night. However, I did learn a lot, I think. And I feel more overwhelmed than anything.

Still feeling that I am at ground zero but... I do have two query letters written and all I'd have to do is 2 - 3 pages of illustration examples.

Hot. Humid. Cabin fever. Well, can't say I'm doing nothing.

Have to stay up for another three hours for these tests. Feeling soupy so just turned on the AC.

I'm writing to myself now. Even though I'm going to step outside for a cigarette, one thing that I can say for sure is that I'm sober and really glad about that.

Maybe what I'll do is finish reading whatever I've got open on the net about picture books and then go back to determining who to approach about project work, ghostwriting, coaching. That's where the money is.

And that is my stream of consciousness for the end of Day 7. Thank you very much.

Day Six

I'm getting myself up and running now.

Woke up late after smoking too many cigarettes and gorging on YouTube videos but made it to my 10:30 am accountability/mastermind partner meeting. From that, we assessed that I am a) playing way too small and b) living in large fear. Good to get that out in the open with another person.

Went for a swim right after and god, that felt great. I did half a mile effortlessly and polished that off with my standard water aerobics with weights.

Then home for lunch and some return phone calls.

Since then, I've been glued to the computer screen composing a letter of introduction to literary agents/publishers offering my eclectic creative services. Completed that after multiple hours and am pretty happy with the result.

Part of the exercise was reviewing my lyrics and, once the initial project of looking for work query was out of the way, I had a brainstorm.

What if... what if I just sent my lyrics as a series of illustrated (by an illustrator of exceptional note and ability) books for older children and younger adults? Well, I wrote that query letter up in minutes.

My lyrics have remarkable value. So do I. Obviously, I am coming out of the alcoholic fog. Surrounded by a fog of tobacco and coffee but those are temporary. At least the cigarettes are.

I have to stay up till midnight to take a saliva test but that's only an hour away.

Tomorrow, I research and list all the agents and publishers I can find. Now that I have the letter texts in hand, the rest is just research, inserting names and addresses and mailing or emailing, whichever the case may be.

So that's my Day Six. Not a moment too soon.

Day Five

I'm actually posting this on the morning of Day Six. I'm good but after class last night just fell into the laptop screen. High cortisol for sure. Panicked because I lost some funding and because I could not get my cat to eat. I learned that at lunch and then was in a tizzy by which I mean uptight and not the friendliest during the afternoon class.

That's it. Made it through Day Five and now am at the start - and a late one at that  - on Day Six.

Coffee. Then a meeting with accountability partner. I wanted to go swimming last night but could not get myself out there. Will swim today.

Day Four

I bought a pack of cigarettes. Just smoked one on the way home.

It's been another hot and humid day. I slept well last night and woke well this morning. Took a good constitutional, drank a fruit and veggie smoothie for breakfast and drove out looking for a coffee shop to work. No good seats in any open location so I came home and wrote a press release for my painting exhibit, compiled a healthy list of press contacts and sent that off.

Then I checked my bank balance. I have never (have I ever?) been so startlingly low on funds. Good think I checked because, without having done so, I may have bounced my rent check.

It does not help that I've been drinking way too much coffee. Really, I know better than this. But I am in a panic.

I know that it's silly for me to expect myself to write and send off a press release AND to figure out how to get a new coaching, writing, illustrating, whatever new job all in one day (and Labor Day, to boot) but there it is.

So, I signed up for some jobber website, checked Craigslist, watched half a flick, tried to get my cat to eat (somewhat successfully) and, as I said, went out for a pack of cigarettes. It's been a couple of years since I've smoked any.

I am so cranky. Coffee does not help. I am so panicked. Coffee again. Plus, I start teaching a new round of classes tomorrow.

It's quarter till seven p.m. I think that I'll shower and shampoo, pack and prep for tomorrow's class and call it a night.

Glad to be sober and I absolutely cannot drink. I must put my life and my trust in god's hands. As Thomas Merton once said, "Anxiety is a sign of spiritual insecurity." Or something to that effect.

I must trust god and believe that there is a plan in place and that things are unfolding at a higher plane. Things that I could never imagine.

So, what I imagine is that an awesome, lucrative opportunity is presenting itself to me now.

My house is clean. I have food in the fridge and pantry, gas in the car, an exhibit up in public and, hey, I just sent a press release to everyone in town and my website is teeming with examples of my abilities.

Prep and pack for tomorrow's classes. Meditate and pull some Tarot cards. Shower, shampoo, and call it a night.

That's my Day Four.

Day Three

Ate and slept my way through most of the day because it was Sunday, rainy in the afternoon and I really did not want to clean. But in between zonk outs in front of mindless laptop streaming, I managed to return cat food, vacuum and wash the floors, wash a couple of rugs, put the laundry away (it was not dry last night), straighten up and put away piles of stuff in my studio, living room and office, and clean up, wipe down my linen closet. Oh, and do the dishes and change the kitty litter.

Well, I'll clean up the desktop I'm looking at now which will take all of five minutes then go back to a pretty good movie.

Kitty is eating her special Thyroid food so that's a big plus. The mighty champion oak tree at my front door lost a huge branch but I've been waiting for that to happen for a few years. A sad day.

Got super cranked on coffee and then, basically, drunk on sugar and carbs but, hey... I also meditated, bicycled and did my yoga. So, it's day three and I'm good. Let me get to that table top and I'm done.

A demain.

Day Two

Or... keeping stress at bay.

What makes me smile:

Waking up without alcohol in my system.
My Miss Tallulah feline ward.
A clean house.

What stresses me out:

Driving. At least in traffic.

Good day. Although I have to say that I've been sitting at the computer for about four hours, editing and writing and posting content on my website.

It threatened to rain all afternoon with thunder and dramatic skies but I don't think it rained a drop. Fine with me as I had to nail my butt to the chair to get that writing, website stuff done. And done it is.

After my alcohol crash two nights ago and Day One post yesterday, I decided that I need to keep my stress levels at an absolute minimum for as long as I can. This means that I am sticking close to home through Tuesday morning when I teach my first class of the fall season. Good. That gives me four days alcohol free.

I can also keep from driving till then, too. I started out on bicycle this morning to run down to the Vet for some special cat food. I noticed that I was grinning from ear to ear. A perfect summer morning. Not too hot and not too humid. That changed as time wore on but I still enjoyed it all.

When I went out in the car to pick up filters and coffee (can't let my cortisol levels drop all at once, now), I noticed that I was angry and glaring and what the fucking all over the place. Jesus. The way that people drive. Through red lights. Right at pedestrians. And don't get me started on these suddenly ubiquitous scooters that people climb on without helmets or any common sense about road safety anyway so who cares what might happen to their brains. See what I mean about my stress driving a car in the city?

Anyway. This was my Day Two.

I'm a little worried about the girl cat who's thyroid levels are on the rise again even after January surgery to remove one of the lobes. The Vet thinks it's probably a tumor on the pituitary and she might be right. Also, I think the heart is a bit damaged from the thyroid nonsense because Miss Tutti is sluggish and her hind legs seem a little stiff or weak. She's twelve and a half years old which makes her about 66 in human years. We're going for the special thyroid food at which she turned her nose up last year. But I think it's the only solution left. So, we'll see. And it does me (or her) no good to worry.

All hopped up on coffee and, yes, I went for a super chocolate brownie for a late afternoon snack which ruined dinner and should keep me stoked at least till tomorrow morning.

I'm going to turn off the iMac now and settle in for some YouTube or flick on the laptop with Tutti by my side and thank the universe for a productive, enjoyable day.

Oh, yeah. After I put the laundry away.

Day One

I am in no mood to write. It's almost 6pm and I've wallowed through a day of what I intend to be my last hangover.

My intention is for an alcohol-free September. My real intention is to never put alcohol in my mouth again but I'm going to take this one day at a time.

If you've struggled with alcohol, you know how I feel right now. I'm a bit weepy, depressed, foggy, disappointed in myself, concerned, scared and I don't look so hot, either.

I've been trying to get sober for seven and a half years after seven years sober. I have read most books, tried most methods and have managed, at longest a six month stint of sobriety. But that was back at the end of 2013 into 2014.

I've become a cranky-ass old lady, am dangerously low on funds. I also have what I suspect is pseudo-Cushing's disease. I'm sick of myself, of my surroundings, of my job and location. But I know that much of that is the hangover in play.

After all I've experienced, read, studied, watched and connected with around alcohol, I have actually figured out why I've been unable to stay sober.

It's my cortisol level.

Here's what I've learned. I suspected that I have some thyroid disease issues because of symptoms and genetics so I took myself off to an endocrinologist for a bunch of tests. The results are that I have a multi-nodule goiter and, while all of my hormone levels are within normal range, including my thyroid levels, my cortisol levels are high. The doctor set me up for a set of tests to determine whether or not I have Cushing's disease and I went home and Googled up a storm.

What I did learn is that there's a syndrome called pseudo-Cushing's brought on by alcohol abuse, over-drinking, addiction, whatever.

In a nutshell, the mechanism of alcohol-related pseudo-Cushing's works like this. Stress elevates cortisol levels. Person drinks alcohol to self-medicate for stress. Cortisol levels (and adrenals for that matter) are not given the opportunity to regulate themselves. Cortisol levels remain high and when additional stress is encountered, the self-regulation doesn't work any more and the person reaches for alcohol. Vicious cycle ensues.

On Wednesday, I swore to my accountability partner that, having worked out the above mechanism, I felt armed to quit alcohol, was committed to alcohol-free September and getting a head start on the 29th of August.

As it turns out, I got very stressed yesterday just being out in the world and bought a small box of pinot noir then went out for an additional can of same (that adds up to a little over a bottle) and (blech) Cheetos, then went out for ice cream. Disgrace. Throw up. Poor sleep. Another wasted day.

I'm too old to waste any days.

What I did not take into account is that I am going to be stressed for a while as I come off alcohol. So, I have to be very careful of how much coffee I drink (that's another, related addiction), if at all and plan to keep my stress levels as low as possible.

That I am starting up looking for new clients at the same time is just the way that it is. I lolled about in bed all morning, took a very long bath in baking soda, sea salt and essential oils, and managed to do a few loads of laundry. For much of the day, I listed to The Bubble Hour podcast and was like, yeah. 30 blog posts in 30 days.

As I've been blogging since 2006, this should be relatively easy to stick to. Certainly easier than 30 meetings in 30 days.

I'll write about my AA experience and all the rest another time but first things first. Day One.


How To Clean Up Your Life -Part 3

The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly. —Guatama Buddha

Now that your space is (relatively) cleaned up and your body is on its way, it's time to clean up your thoughts.

Cleaning up your thoughts is the most important thing. In fact, it's the first thing.

However, it's easiest to start with space because it's a fact that decluttering your space helps declutter your mind.

Your thoughts create your reality. If you want to clean up your life then you want to change your reality. If you want to change your reality, you have to change your thoughts.

Changing your thoughts may be the trickiest concept to grasp, let alone to put into practice. So, I encourage you to approach it as a practice.

The way to change your thoughts is to learn to manage them. The best, tried and true way to learn to manage your thoughts is to meditate. Every day.

There are many different approaches to meditation but here is a direct and simple approach.
  • Sit down.
  • Set a timer for 10 minutes. (If that's too long, make it 5 minutes.)
  • Close your eyes.
  • Pay attention to your breathing.
  • Notice when you are thinking (which will probably be all of the time.)
  • When you notice you are thinking, label it "thinking" without attaching any judgement
  • then go back to paying attention to your breath.
Daily meditation will help you become more familiar with your wild and cluttered mind and, bit by bit, learn to manage your thoughts better. After some practice, meditation will give you the opportunity to take a second before reacting to circumstances in your daily life.

If you have not meditated before (or in a long time) the heads up is that every day will be different and your mind will not necessarily become more tame in any systematic way. Stick with it. Even ten minutes in the morning will help you clean up your life.

How To Clean Up Your Life -Part 2

"If you truly get in touch with a piece of carrot, you get in touch with the soil, the rain, the sunshine. You get in touch with Mother Earth and eating in such a way, you feel in touch with true life, your roots, and that is meditation. If we chew every morsel of our food in that way we become grateful and when you are grateful, you are happy.Thich Nhat Hanh

In Part 1 of this series, I described the first step to clean up your life. Whether you are living on the street out of a rucksack or in a 40 room mansion, decluttering your space is the way to begin.

For one thing, clearing out and cleaning up your space gives your psyche room to breathe. For another, it's an energetic thing. (Everything is an energetic thing.) What you're doing is playing with energy. If you want to change your life, you have to make room for it.

Step two involves clearing out and cleaning up your body.

Here's the basic formula:  Eat real food. Move your body.

You do not have to go on a strict fast or adhere to a limited diet. You can choose to do those things later. You do not have to join a gym and start a vigorous daily workout routine. You can choose to build a routine that suits you later.

Let's start with the first part of the basic formula. Eat real food. Why? Because you are a real human being.

What do I mean by real food? Vegetables and fruit and nuts and, if you eat animals, ones that had a good life and a good death as far as you can tell. Animals that spent their lives outside with plenty of fresh air and sunshine, eating real food like grass (for cows) and all of the above (for chickens).

“Don’t eat anything your great-great grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food. There are a great many food-like items in the supermarket your ancestors wouldn’t recognize as food. Stay away from these.”– Michael Pollan

Shop around the perimeter of your grocery store. Eat loads of vegetables.

Vary your protein and remember the nuts, the beans. If you're eating meat, eat small quantities and not at every meal.

Eat organic whenever possible.

Why? Two good reasons. You will feel better and you will be helping to support people who work hard to preserve the natural ecosystems of the earth that you (and your children and their children, etcetera) need to feel good.

“One cannot think well, love well, or sleep well, if one has not dined well.”– Virginia Woolf

Do drink water. I, personally, have been drinking filtered water for decades because I don't exactly know what is happening at the source or in the pipes. I do not drink bottled water because most of it is in plastic, the source could easily be (and usually is) some city water supply and because it needs to be transported which costs large footprints of oil and gas and rubber and road. The closer to you that your food is grown and water is sourced, the better.

I'm going into detail on the water thing because I want you to think about your food, the source and quality of your food. It is a step on the road to regaining consciousness.

That being said, don't become neurotic. If you rummage through a bag of Cheetos once in a while, it is not the end of the world. Still... garbage in, garbage out.

You can worry about specific nutrition, calories and carbs later. Just start eating real food now.

Oh, and one more word on the subject: Chew. Masticate, munch, chomp, crunch, savor.  Chewing thoroughly is what your teeth and jaws and saliva are designed to do. The rest of your digestive system will thank you.

“I believe in eating real food.”– Martha Stewart

Me, too.


Move your body every day. Walk, if nothing else. Walking is one of the best ways to get yourself in shape and it requires nothing other than you deciding that you are going out for one, opening the door and putting one foot in front of another.

Even if you haven't been exercising at all, start with walking. Your body is designed to walk. It is not designed to sit around.

Smile while you're walking. Breathe deep. Get into a rhythm of breathing. Notice the sounds, the sights, the smells, the feel of the air on your skin.

"If the body be feeble, the mind will not be strong. The sovereign invigorator of the body is exercise, and of all the exercises walking is best. A horse gives but a kind of half exercise, and a carriage is no better than a cradle. No one knows, till he tries, how easily a habit of walking is acquired. —Thomas Jefferson

Remember, you are on a path of becoming fully conscious.

Need to read more? Here's a good book... Real Food: What to Eat and Why  by Nina Planck

"Take care of your body. It's the only place you have to live." —Jim Rohn

How To Clean Up Your Life -Part 1

"Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful." – William Morris

It's a Full Moon today and over the next two weeks, the moon will be waning. A perfect time to let things go. Nature will help you. But even if the moon is in a different phase as you read this, start letting go now. It's a process.

If you want to clean up your life, that tells me that you need a change. Something is not working right, you're stuck, unclear, confused or ill. Those are some of the reasons why I go through regular, determined efforts to clear my space and let go of what no longer serves me.

But, you say, my problems are in my head, my body, my job or my bank account, not in my space. I'm confused and I want to get clear. I'm addicted and I want to get clean.  I'm ill and I want to become healthy. I'm broke and I want to be wealthy.

As sure as I am sitting here writing this, I know that the first step to cleaning up your life is to clean up your space. If you don't believe this, just humor me and play along. You absolutely must be least to try.

I clear clutter as a first step to start a new project, to help myself make necessary changes, get back on track, gain clarity, become unstuck, and healthy.

As I have worked on launching my healing business, I've looked up from my writing desk across to my studio to see the tables and drafting board littered with jars of brushes, stacks of paint plates, piles of paper, favorite paintings and sketches tacked up on the wall, all left over from my recent, lengthy project. The view alone ran interference with my clarity of thought. Worse yet, at the back of my mind teased the annoying voice nagging me to clean that stuff up! It felt overwhelming and yet, I finally started this morning.

Once all the clutter was cleared, all the stuff thrown away and everything else cleaned up, Prest-O Chang-O! I sat down and started writing this post. I rest my case.

Cleaning up, organizing, putting away and throwing away to get the whole studio back in order actually took about two to three hours. Not bad for reorganizing after an 18-month long project. In my experience, a job of decluttering that seems like it is too overwhelming to start, once begun, does not take nearly as long as you thought it would and, oh my god, the results are so beyond worth it.

Start where you are and start small. For example, if you want to start meditating and doing yoga every morning but do not have a place to sit down and stretch out, clear a space for yourself. If you're completely overwhelmed and have no idea where to begin, start with one drawer.

Allow yourself a morning or an afternoon. I believe in daylight. Use the energetic power of the sun to help your stamina. Set a timer for 15 minutes and start.

Instructions for step one.

Make a decision (that you're going to declutter).
Select a project to start with (a drawer, a closet, a room).
Make a date with yourself (and don't be late!) or just stop whatever you're doing now.
Put on a podcast, an audio book or some really good instrumental music.
Take Action!

Nature abhors a vacuum. Not only will you help clarify your mind when you declutter you will also create energetic space in your quantum field to attract something new and wonderful.

[Tip: Each time you complete a decluttering project, whisper to the universe, "Okay, Universe. I have now made space that you can fill with something (someone) new and wonderful."]

As you preparing to launch your big (or little) decluttering project, notice how you feel when you open a drawer of junk or a closet crammed with stuff, or look at a chipped plate, ripped shirt, a coat you haven't worn in years, high school papers, when you think about your storage (in attic, garage, storage unit or sheds). How do these experiences make you feel. Can you name the emotions? Where do these feelings hit you in your body. Do you enjoy these feelings?

As you survey your clutter, ask yourself, Hey!, what is all this crap? Take a look with a clear eye. What makes any logical sense at all to keep around. Really, the more discerning you are, the better you'll feel.

Clutter is not just about stuff.  Clutter is an energetic signature of vibrating forms of energy. Remember...

"If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having." —Henry Miller


Move Your Stuff, Change Your Life: How to Use Feng Shui to Get Love, Money, Respect, and Happiness by Karen Rauch Carter

Feng Shui is an ancient, classic approach to clearing and organizing space for the sake of energetic flow. There are different schools of thought and approaches. I like Karen Rauch Carter's experienced and humorous approach. She presents a great introduction to the principals of Feng Shui in an amusing and informative presentation. Her book is an enjoyable read, packed with giggles.

Next... read Part 2

Why getting started is so hard

"The scariest moment is always just before you start." —Stephen King The waiting is not the hardest part. It's the getting s...