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[morning play as a 📿 meditation of gratitude & wonder]

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summertime stories & hopscotch chronicles

Right Brain Planner® by stargardener

{bloom where you are planted but also re-member what roots you}

Summer is more like a feeling for me than it is a season on the calendar.

As a young child I remember the ease of having slow mornings, bike rides on house-lined streets and no particular place to go; blue skies, spending time in the sun and the field of tall grasses behind my home.

It was a time for mud pies and hobbies and barefoot expeditions. Days-end marked by leaving my rock and stick collections, along with grass-tied bouquets of wild flowers, on the wire spool table at the corner of our covered patio.
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uprooting and [re]planting + introducing the summer camp version of Hopscotch Chronicles ★

image from The Garden Awakening by Mary Reynolds

I resist uprooting because, well, I am wildly optimistic. I see possible value in almost anything and everything … And yet, I also believe:

Whenever there’s something in your life that sucks, you are at least partially responsible. It’s no one else’s fault that you feel like shit. … This is your life, and you’re in control of it. So, it’s time to get clear about the role you’re playing in the suckiness. -Gala Darling

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there are no certain routes: when I am wandery

journal-planners with my collages + jots about my business plans + what I think is unfair right now

… you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair. -Madeleine L’Engle

My journal-planners tether me gently, serving as a means of tracking my start lines as well as my progress. Some entries are unpublished and read only by me; some entries are shared with women with whom I share community, and others shared publicly.
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