Tag Archives: creativity
Posted on November 2nd, 2013 by in Conscious Living, Creative Corner

The Five Stages of the Creative Path

For a long time now, a handful of my close friends have been telling me that I should write a book. “You’re such a good storyteller, Portland,” my friend Molly frequently says. “You’ve got a book in you,” my friend Eden often reminds me. “I wish you’d write your stories down.” But I haven’t. I’ve […]

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Posted on September 21st, 2013 by in Life Lessons

What Nature Can Teach Us About Happiness

by Dakota Sexton How often do you spend time in nature? There’s always something else we need to do inside: laundry, e-mails, housecleaning … and the list goes on, forever. But getting out into the wild is worth prioritizing: An unparalleled amount of research in the last decade shows that a walk in the woods […]

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Posted on June 3rd, 2013 by in Outside Our Walls

The Healing Power of Art

Krupa Jhaveri, guest blogger I am the founder and director of Sankalpa: Art Journeys, an organization in south India offering art therapy and creative empowerment programs to village youth and women. Sankalpa means intention, affirmation, willpower, and determination. Our mission is twofold: To provide a safe and supported space for open creative expression, encouraging self-awareness and […]

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Posted on May 25th, 2013 by in Words from the Wise

The Gift: Living a Life of Purpose and Meaning

Each of us is born with a unique gift—and a sacred duty to fulfill its promise. Do you have a clear sense of your purpose in life? I’m asking all my friends this question these days. I guess I’m preoccupied with it because I’m going through a phase—at midlife—of wondering about my own life. You’d […]

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Posted on May 4th, 2013 by in Conscious Living

Weaving a Life

by Danna Faulds, guest blogger For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to weave. I made dozens of potholders as a kid, weaving colored loops of fabric on a small, square, metal frame someone gave me as a gift. Those potholders sparked an abiding interest. I knew―with that gut-level certainty reserved for […]

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