a glimpse of my authentic life
I’ve been reading a lot lately, mostly audiobooks. Wanting to stretch the four credits left on my Audible account that have to last me until renewing in November, I often borrow from the Front Range Digital Library… One of the audiobooks that popped up on my library search was a memoir that unexpectedly rekindled thoughts of my love of the performing arts. The book is The Third Gilmore Girl: A Memoir by Kelly Bishop.
With chaos in the world, and lately in my life, I began to feel that I’d lost the poet in me, the lover of Beauty and Truth. My last two posts contained too much complaining, too much exposition on the ongoing dramas of day to day challenges. They were, indeed, a glimpse of my authentic life, but not necessarily the best of my authentic Self.
My life has become a practice of making conscious choices, and learning how to respond from the largest of my Self. At least, that’s what I’ve chosen to make it. And I also think of it as a way to create peace within and without. Sometimes it goes better than other times, but I’m aware of…
Or maybe a better metaphor is that 2026 has taken off, and it’s a really bumpy ride. This month has been challenging without and within. At least for me. On the outside, there is the world falling apart — rampant promotion of fear, cruelty, separation, insanity, lies upon lies, and more, hopefully the last vestiges of false power gripping frantically…