An aphorism that I grew up appreciating and has shaped my life is to “live simply so that others may simply live”. To reduce consumption is an important value to me. While it is a lifelong practice I strive towards, I recognize that it comes from a place of privilege and that I have the choice to decide to consume less. This isn't to say that I don't have my fair share of commodities that I have shame or guilt about indulging in. However, I am not interested in being defined by my stuff but I do know that I am not nearly cool enough to have a collection of shoes or nice cars, haha!

I sympathize, being a mother myself, with the struggle you face with your daughter. I hold in high regard what people think of my children. While I know they are their own people, I still believe they are an extension of me and their actions reflect upon me. I am mostly concerned with them being polite (Say thank you. Did you thank your uncle for your birthday gift?) and responsible (Do your chores! Is your homework done?).

I acknowledge your comment that we are all searching for balance. I know I have a lot of work to do.

I will be a witness for the transformation from the impossible to the possible. I see you!
I see you! I see you catching the heat of the day!

Let’s collect impossibilities and see if we can make some shoes out of them. I have always wanted to make some shoes.

Let’s gather large tufts impossibility, the kind that gathers in most corners, and use it to stuff a large sculpture of an acorn. A soft, huggable acorn. We can put that in corners instead, so nobody can get backed up into them.

What is impossible? I have been intending to call a friend for weeks. We talked today, finally, after I decided to not do something else first. It felt good to connect. I almost made it impossible for myself to be in touch. Of course, it’s not really impossible. I do get in my way a lot, though. Creating impossibilities for myself.

Last week I was questioning if I trust myself. I decided: YES. Still, when doubt circles above my head, sometimes I let it land. It’s not a true friend; it’s a taker not a giver. It takes me away from the present, which is the best moment, it makes the best things.

Best things: Walking in crisp air with a full stomach. Exploring mud caves. Drinking tea. Dancing in solitude. Dancing with others. Building. Being in the studio early, light streaming in and time to play with. Moving really fast. Moving really slow. Things that are done with full deep breathes. Things that make me excited and glad to be in my body, and feel it living. There are a lot of best things, innumerable things, each best moments. All the time – is it impossible?