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Writing a post each week has grown into a beautiful practice of noticing what I learned in the previous week, acknowledging little miracles that happened, and reviewing how I dealt with new challenges.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Each Friday, I spend a few hours reflecting on the beauty of life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I pull out the gifts I found through experiencing life that week, and I share them with you for inspiration. <\/span><\/p>\n I also hope that you\u00a0reflect on your week and\u00a0find all the little diamonds that often get overlooked<\/strong>\u00a0as we work through all the stresses, pressures, responsibilities, packed work schedules, cooking, grocery shopping, cleaning, bill paying, caregiving, puppy-walking activities (phew!) LOL<\/span><\/p>\n Speaking of diamonds\u2026 I got a big one this week <3<\/span><\/p>\n Blais wrote a beautiful poem for his English class. It\u2019s called\u00a0Wandering cloud<\/em>:<\/span><\/p>\n Wandering cloud<\/span><\/p>\n That sits alone all day<\/span><\/p>\n Over mountains and hills<\/span><\/p>\n I see millions of daffodils<\/span><\/p>\n Beside the lake, beneath the trees<\/span><\/p>\n Dancing in the breeze.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/p>\n Every night watching the stars shine<\/span><\/p>\n Twinkling stretched in a never-ending line<\/span><\/p>\n Tens of thousands I saw at a glance<\/span><\/p>\n Flying across the sky like a prom dance\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Watching the waves in the ocean sway<\/span><\/p>\n Seagulls happy and most gay<\/span><\/p>\n I hang for hours and hours\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Waiting and hoping for some company<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n For days I lay thinking<\/span><\/p>\n Is this it?<\/span><\/p>\n Is there nothing but deafening silence?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But then in the distance I see<\/span><\/p>\n SWOOSH\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Is that another cloud friend for me?<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|8px||7px|false|false”]<\/p>\n Writing a post each week has grown into a beautiful practice of noticing what I learned in the previous week, acknowledging little miracles that happened, and reviewing how I dealt with new challenges.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Each Friday, I spend a few hours reflecting on the beauty of life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I pull out the gifts I found through experiencing life that week, and I share them with you for inspiration. <\/span><\/p>\n I also hope that you\u00a0reflect on your week and\u00a0find all the little diamonds that often get overlooked<\/strong>\u00a0as we work through all the stresses, pressures, responsibilities, packed work schedules, cooking, grocery shopping, cleaning, bill paying, caregiving, puppy-walking activities (phew!) LOL<\/span><\/p>\n Speaking of diamonds\u2026 I got a big one this week <3<\/span><\/p>\n Blais wrote a beautiful poem for his English class. It\u2019s called\u00a0Wandering cloud<\/em>:<\/span><\/p>\n Wandering cloud<\/span><\/p>\n That sits alone all day<\/span><\/p>\n Over mountains and hills<\/span><\/p>\n I see millions of daffodils<\/span><\/p>\n Beside the lake, beneath the trees<\/span><\/p>\n Dancing in the breeze.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Every night watching the stars shine<\/span><\/p>\n Twinkling stretched in a never-ending line<\/span><\/p>\n Tens of thousands I saw at a glance<\/span><\/p>\n Flying across the sky like a prom dance\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Watching the waves in the ocean sway<\/span><\/p>\n Seagulls happy and most gay<\/span><\/p>\n I hang for hours and hours\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Waiting and hoping for some company<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n For days I lay thinking<\/span><\/p>\n Is this it?<\/span><\/p>\n Is there nothing but deafening silence?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But then in the distance I see<\/span><\/p>\n SWOOSH\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Is that another cloud friend for me?<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/FINAL_Blog-Banner-TC.com-2-1024×390.png” title_text=”FINAL_Blog Banner TC.com (2)” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text disabled_on=”on|off|off” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|124px||124px|false|false”]<\/p>\n He read it to me first and then told me how he wasn\u2019t sure if he should submit it because his teacher told him there was another poem about a wandering cloud.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n We looked it up. William Wordsworth wrote it in 1807. It\u2019s called\u00a0“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.\u201d<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Blais read each stanza and we both got goosebumps at how similar the poems were – all about the author\u2019s solitude and the joy he finds in nature that surrounds him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMama, I swear I didn\u2019t plagiarize,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0Blais said, disturbed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI believe you,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I assured him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDid you ever read it to me when I was a baby?\u201d<\/em>\u00a0he wondered, thinking that maybe the poem emerged from some deep corners of his memory cells.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I hadn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n I asked him to tell me about his process of writing it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI thought of a lonely cloud in the sky, and I started typing and the words just flowed out. It was fast,\u201d\u00a0<\/em>he said. And when he was done, he read it and really liked it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I smiled and told him it\u2019s \u201cbig magic\u201d (as Elizabeth Gilbert explains in her book by the same title) – divine inspiration that \u2018comes to us\u2019 when we are open to receive it, and when we make space for it to flow through us. (And sometimes, the same idea comes to more than one person and more than one time because it carries a message that needs to be retold again and again and again.)<\/span><\/p>\n I have experienced it many times in my life. It\u2019s an amazing thing!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n You know what you are creating is divinely inspired when you aren\u2019t critical of it, but rather when you look at what you created and you feel blessed by it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It’s when you feel humbled and honored at the same time, and you don\u2019t feel like taking full credit for it – only acknowledge your contribution and the fact that\u00a0you were present to it\u00a0and that you actively participated.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It helps when we hone our skills\u00a0so that when the inspiration comes, our \u2018creative muscles\u2019 are in good form. And it helps to remove the blocks of fear\u00a0so we can show up with courage and willingness to open ourselves up.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Here is the cool part:\u00a0we ALL have access to this divine flow.\u00a0<\/strong>You may call it grace, magic, creative energy, life force…<\/span><\/p>\n It doesn\u2019t only show up as inspiration for us to create poems, music, and art. It shows up as inspiration to creativity in many forms.<\/span><\/p>\n You can use it as you reflect on your week. Take your time, breathe, leave some space between your thoughts and your analysis, and\u00a0it will reveal those little miracles\u00a0<\/strong>that are happening around you.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n You can lean on it as you respond to people and events.\u00a0It will guide you to respond with more kindness and compassion, instead of judgment and criticism.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Let it surprise you. Let it make you feel like you were as light as a cloud wandering about a beautiful row of daffodils, dancing stars and crashing waves.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|16px||6px|false|false”]<\/p>\n He read it to me first and then told me how he wasn\u2019t sure if he should submit it because his teacher told him there was another poem about a wandering cloud.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n We looked it up. William Wordsworth wrote it in 1807. It\u2019s called\u00a0“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.\u201d<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n Blais read each stanza and we both got goosebumps at how similar the poems were – all about the author\u2019s solitude and the joy he finds in nature that surrounds him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMama, I swear I didn\u2019t plagiarize,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0Blais said, disturbed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI believe you,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I assured him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDid you ever read it to me when I was a baby?\u201d<\/em>\u00a0he wondered, thinking that maybe the poem emerged from some deep corners of his memory cells.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I hadn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n I asked him to tell me about his process of writing it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI thought of a lonely cloud in the sky, and I started typing and the words just flowed out. It was fast,\u201d\u00a0<\/em>he said. And when he was done, he read it and really liked it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I smiled and told him it\u2019s \u201cbig magic\u201d (as Elizabeth Gilbert explains in her book by the same title) – divine inspiration that \u2018comes to us\u2019 when we are open to receive it, and when we make space for it to flow through us. (And sometimes, the same idea comes to more than one person and more than one time because it carries a message that needs to be retold again and again and again.)<\/span><\/p>\n I have experienced it many times in my life. It\u2019s an amazing thing!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n You know what you are creating is divinely inspired when you aren\u2019t critical of it, but rather when you look at what you created and you feel blessed by it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It’s when you feel humbled and honored at the same time, and you don\u2019t feel like taking full credit for it – only acknowledge your contribution and the fact that\u00a0you were present to it\u00a0and that you actively participated.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It helps when we hone our skills\u00a0so that when the inspiration comes, our \u2018creative muscles\u2019 are in good form. And it helps to remove the blocks of fear\u00a0so we can show up with courage and willingness to open ourselves up.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Here is the cool part:\u00a0we ALL have access to this divine flow.\u00a0<\/strong>You may call it grace, magic, creative energy, life force…<\/span><\/p>\n It doesn\u2019t only show up as inspiration for us to create poems, music, and art. It shows up as inspiration to creativity in many forms.<\/span><\/p>\n You can use it as you reflect on your week. Take your time, breathe, leave some space between your thoughts and your analysis, and\u00a0it will reveal those little miracles\u00a0<\/strong>that are happening around you.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n You can lean on it as you respond to people and events.\u00a0It will guide you to respond with more kindness and compassion, instead of judgment and criticism.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Let it surprise you. Let it make you feel like you were as light as a cloud wandering about a beautiful row of daffodils, dancing stars and crashing waves.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||||false|false” custom_padding=”20px||||false|false”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”on|off|off” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”|124px||124px||”]<\/p>\n Speaking of divinely inspired\u2026 there are so many incredibly beautiful songs out there! And since yesterday was World Jazz Day, here is one of my all time favorite jazz songs,\u00a0\u201cWhat a Wonderful World\u201d<\/a><\/span>,\u00a0sung with my sister Sanya and accompanied by Brian Hanson.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n (Perhaps the fact that I messed up the first line, wasn\u2019t a mess up, but a nudge from that divine inspiration? So that this morning when I share it with you, the first line matches the Wandering Cloud LOL)\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” min_height=”49px” custom_padding=”0px||0px|||”]<\/p>\n\n
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