This is Me Being Courageous And Vulnerable


In case you’ve forgotten, “courage” is one of my words for 2014. With that in mind, every day, I am often confronted with situations where I have to choose whether I want to turn tail and run or to face them and endure the consequences. I’ve discovered that “courage” and its’ cohort “vulnerability” play a large part in my life, and it is no accident that I choose it as my word for 2014. There are many instances wherein I choose not to do something because of the specter of failure. There are instances where I want to speak my mind but because it is contrary to the beliefs of those present, I choose to hold my tongue. There are instances where I refrain from doing or saying anything for fear of ridicule or ostracism. Admittedly, there are many more.

This year, I’ve vowed to be more attentive to those instances when I feel vulnerable and am, as a result, more likely to be less courageous. I realize that it is more important for me to tell my story, to show who I am without the fear attached to the outcome. I choose to be less fearful and to allow myself the joys that vulnerability brings. It is true that saying “I love you” first, may result in an awkward silence followed by embarrassment and regret; it is also true that choosing to do so in face of the potential risk, may be the one thing that sparks a life long love or friendship. The thing is that the courage to choose vulnerability, leads us to some unwanted outcomes, but they also open us up to new relationships, amazing opportunities, infinite blessings, and the fulfillment of dreams that were only imagined. 

All of this is to say that I post the above multi-media piece with trepidation and fear. As one who has long dreamed to paint and draw, I stopped waiting for the perfect moment and last year, I jumped in with both feet. In 2014, I’ve continued to achieve that dream and in so doing, I am taking a slew of painting and drawing courses. I am in classes with a range of people, but among them are honest-to-goodness “artists,” whose work is incredibly inspiring, as well as others who are amazingly talented people. Inspiration aside, I am like most of us, and sometimes, I can’t help but compare my work to others and as a result, my work feels not good enough. My rational mind knows that I should not do this, but sometimes the ego says, “Screw the rational mind.”

The above piece is for one of those classes. I loved the piece until I decided to do ‘one more thing.’ The outcome mortified me. (I am still learning to discern or intuit when a painting or piece is finished or incomplete.) Anyway, I berated myself for ‘ruining’ the piece and vowed that it would never see the light of day. Although, they encourage us to post our work on a closed Facebook class group, I had no intentions of doing so.

And so, my mind, in its’ infinite wisdom, returned again and again to the words “courage” and “vulnerability.” Still, I resisted. My thinking mind, quite relentless, wouldn’t leave me the hell alone, so I surrendered. I gave some thought to the words and how they applied in this situation. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that courage was lacking. I finally acknowledged that it was my fear of being vulnerable that kept me locked into the same old patterns, ones that, in 2014, I sought to change. Given that I choose the word “courage” for 2014, then this is a perfect opportunity to surrender to the unknown and to seize the courage to be vulnerable.

In this post, I wrote about my reasons for choosing the word “courage.” In it, I wrote that

[i]n 2014, I will continue the task of telling the story of who I am, but in a more honest and open way. I seek courage to tell it all, the good, the bad and the ugly. In all honesty, I feel overwhelmed with fear, doubts about failure, and questions about my sanity, but every day I vow that I will imbue each interaction, each post, each encounter with the courage to be true to myself and others. I will pray for the courage to be vulnerable, whatever the result, and to be compassionate with myself when I inevitably fall, which I surely will. Yet, I also pray for the courage to get up, and simply, begin again. By practicing “courage,” I hope to make “vulnerability” a way of life, a way of acknowledging that I am enough.”

With that said, I posted the piece in our Facebook group, it is closed after all. More importantly, I offer to you this imperfect work of art and how you choose to react to it, is not for me to worry about. What is important is that even though I dislike it, it is a piece of me that I created with my own two hands. It is unlike any other art work in the world, and that is reason enough to courageously risk any outcome. By sharing it with you, I acknowledge that it is enough. I acknowledge that I am enough.

Blessings, Lydia

P.S. The word “meraki,” as partially defined in the art work, is my second word for 2014. After I wrote the piece choosing “courage,” a good friend introduced me to the word, and I was instantly drawn to it. As a result, it too, is my work in progress.

All Will Be Well, ~ St. Julian of Norwich

Quote Tuesday

Walk along the Glacier

Walk along the Glacier (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

May the sun bring you new energy by day.
May the moon softly restore you by night.
May the rain wash away your worries.
May the breeze blow new strength into your being.
May you walk gently through the world and know its beauty,
All the days of your life. ~Apache blessing

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A Haiku on “Sunday.”

the unmade bed

the unmade bed (Photo credit: suttonhoo)




Blissful, burrowing.
The freedom to simply be.
No to-dos allowed.


Blessings, Lydia


All Will Be Well, ~St. Julian of Norwich


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4/52: The 52 Project


This is week 4 of “The 52” project. I’ve blogged about it before, so to avoid rehashing the boring details, I’ll let you read all about it here.

With much gratitude to my beautiful daughter, I have a photograph of one of my favorite little people, my first g’son, B. Although he is almost 2 3/4  years old, I remember his début into the world like it was yesterday. His eyes were open, already curious about his new home and life. Today, he personifies the word “curiosity,” and loves to learn. He is a virtual sponge, learning everything from foreign languages, swimming and painting. He is a kind, loving and compassionate little guy, and I love him dearly. Even though he lives far away in L.A., frequent visits and the magic of  Face Time and Skype, keeps us close. This wee face makes my heart smile.

Blessings, Lydia

All Will Be Well, ~St. Julian of Norwich