The Learning Dreamer

After another failure to stay fit (i.e. relapse), I decided again to eat healthier, be mindful at the table, and be more active this week. And I found this website linked to a magazine with  healthy meal plans .  So I chose a 7 Day diabetic meal plan and 7 day plan to help lose your belly plan. I decided I will alternate every other week. Let's see if I'll make it a habit! I found very interesting recipes. Most of them are from dieticians and nutritionists, therefore, they taste bland according to the comments. I laughed! Actually, in my surroundings, I noticed that there are two types of dieticians: the ones that hesitated between becoming a professional dietician and becoming a chef, and the others. Trust me: the first ones usually suggest much tastier and interesting meals, recipes, and these one are epicureans. You can bet they will find you a spot selling good, healthy, and tasty cookies, on top of a special coffee shop, hidden in an aisle, affordable for the penny pinche...

Last year, Gérard was told he would not ever sign again. For him, singing was his life, he was part of big operas and, a few times, had solo shows, which he loved so much!  The day he got the bad news he would never be able to sing again, he deeply slept on it, with the help of powerful painkillers, vodka, and a little bit of cocaine. Later, he pulled himself together and figured out his own solution to get his voice and his life back to where they were before the accident.  Hopeful, on his way to the Botanical garden, in the bus, he saw a man looking familiar, humming a tune from Gérard's childhood. His mind wandered back to his previous life of concerts and fame. Just like before, each note makes his body tingle and his soul soar a little more. Through the dirty window, as it is often the case at the end of winter, sidewalks strewn with garbage and rock dust. The bus stop pulled him out of his daydreams. Gérard flew out on the sidewalk and ran to the ticket booth. For o...

Recently, I noticed that sharing art is not always reciprocal with people around me. I mean: when my partner tells me about his findings on some techniques for his scale modelled tanks, I listen with attention. When I start getting about my stuff, well, I see him yawning. I know. It is boring to talk about which hero we hate or like. Or sharing my cynical ideas I got to write on that unispired day.   But then, when you live with one person who doesn't seem to be interested, well, you keep these to yourself. Frankly, I find he has much more imagination than I do. I find he is much more thorough and structured and organized than I am. I fit greatly against my bee profile, going from one beautiful shinny project to the other. That's how I am.  So I keep these projects to myself, especially my writing. I am not even planning to share anything with my close people when I publish my words.    When I read back those last lines, I get it: low self-estim...

I have been working ot that flash fiction. It's a challenge because I write it in English, and I edit it myself. there will probably be mistakes: grammar, syntax, and other errors. But I'm happy with the end result. One last pass (edit) than you willl read it here! Promised! Am I rambling too much? I also have a life on Instagram and Goodreads

As I'm writing the first draft of this post, I'm on vacation.  I chose the 2 weeks right before Easter, so I could extend this time away from work.  For the very first time in the last 10 days, I caught myself thinking about work during my morning meditation. There are still 5 days left before going back. How come did I think of work? What happened overnight that made me like that? Here I am with my questions, wondering if I'm heading to a burnout. I don't think I am, but I know I need to be careful with that. I often take things to heart, a bit too much. Too much involved, as they say. Sometimes,  I feel we (i.e. the couple I'm in) are ready for a next chapter of our lives. I'm ready for another chapter. What would happen in the long run if I decided to retire now? What if I get to be an artist and, maybe one day, a grandmother ? What if I get all that free time to create and keep my empty nest clean, less cluttered, with updated decorations and interior design...

This talk really helped me understand basic elements on telling a good story: thank you, Alan Alda for that Big Think !  Am I rambling too much? I also have a life on Instagram and Goodreads

My Messy Atelier Where I Make Stuff My whole life, I have been alternating writing with making stuff. I could not choose between one or the other. At 52, I chose to NOT choose: I do what I feel like I want to make and create.  Since that decision, I feel much more at peace, I'm more creative, more inclined to show and share my work. I finish what I start. As I was also taking time to journal my progress, I became more conscious of the process, my process. I found that my brain has two ways. One with words, and one with lines, colors, shapes and textures. One with thoughts and a pen, the other one with whatever my hand can find to create with those brain-eyes (my invention), more visual. I discovered Creative Me has seasons in a year. For example, summers are for making stuff and reading. Winter is for writing, and a bit of drawing and painting. Equinoxes help transition from one to another.  If I can, I read all year long but, this past year, I added a graduate program to my ...