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I am grateful

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Mon, 27 May 2013 - 10 :31 am

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

~ Thornton Wilder ~

May 21. To everyone else, it was just a day.

To me, it was and is, cause for celebration. Reflection. Gratitude.

Breathe in, breathe out and let go.

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Sun, 28 Apr 2013 - 10 :18 am

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

~ Thomas Merton ~

I have been painting a lot recently. Getting ready for my first art show and sale. Getting immersed in my Be. Do. Have. -- a commitment I set several years ago to let my art go out into the world.

And the answer is...

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Mon, 22 Apr 2013 - 12 :29 pm

The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.

~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~

Whew! Coaching at Choices is one of my favourite things to do. This week was even extra special because it was seventh anniversary since going through the training in April 2006 and, my youngest daughter was coaching with me. What a gift.

Letting go to be present

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Sun, 14 Apr 2013 - 11 :35 am

Life is available only in the present moment. If you abandon the present moment you cannot live the moments of your daily life deeply.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~

I have been invited to participate in a group art show in May. It is my first, 'public' showing of my work and while I have sold some pieces, I've never really focused on my art-making as a means of making a living. I love to paint -- I'm just not prepared to commit myself to living off my work!

What Am I Waiting For?

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Mon, 01 Apr 2013 - 9 :29 am

If art is an expression, it only flourishes when people have the freedom to express themselves.

~ Sam McNerney ~

I am laughing at myself this morning. Laughing and smiling and saying, as Benjamin Zander would say, "Oh my. Aren't I fascinating!"

It is spring. And, like clockwork, along with longer daylight and buds appearing on the trees, I have sunk into my spring ennui, and forgotten that every spring, I sink into a spring ennui! Oh yes. I am fascinating to me!

And the sky didn't fall.

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Mon, 25 Feb 2013 - 10 :15 pm

As the blood courses through the map of my veins as it journeys to the heart, I know that even though the road is long it's making it whole again.

~ Alexis McDonald, The Wunder Year http://thewunderyear.wordpress.com/2013/02/24/day-55-whole-again/ ~

My daughter has an eating disorder.

There. I’ve said it. Publicly.

In our magnificence, we shine

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Sun, 17 Feb 2013 - 11 :18 am

Thoughts create a new heaven, a new firmament, a new source of energy, from which new arts flow.

~ Paracelsus ~

I am sitting on the 'floor chair', my back cushioned by pillows, my knees tucked up towards my chest. I am sitting and listening and feeling my way into stillness.

Message Received

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Sun, 03 Feb 2013 - 2 :08 pm

Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of; they just turn up some of the ill weeds on to the surface.”

~ Charles H. Spurgeon ~

I wrote the following on my daily blog (www.ayearofmakingadifference.com) last week. It generated a lot of thoughtful responses.

Farewell to Brett

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Sun, 20 Jan 2013 - 2 :02 pm

May love be your cradle.

~ Louise Gallagher~

When Will We Ever Learn?

Submitted by Louise Gallagher on Mon, 14 Jan 2013 - 3 :16 pm

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.

~ Emily Dickinson ~

I cried when I heard the news on Saturday. I cried and my heart was heavy.

On Sunday, I cried again when I told my daughter and her tears flowed as she heard of the loss a family we love dearly has experienced. A loss so incomprehensible. A loss like no other. Their child, a son, brother, nephew, cousin, friend has died. His life ended by the hands of another.

And my heart is heavy.

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