Thinking About Flowers on this Snowy Winter Day

Ohio weather is …. Ohio weather. It was sub-zero a few weeks ago with snow and ice, rose into the mid-sixties earlier this week, and it’s snowing again today.

J and I were talking yesterday about our plans for the 19 in the coming months, and I’m excited that we’re going to plant a large cut flower garden, something I wanted to do from the time we moved here! Reading and making plans now.

My Daughter is a Rockstar

Softball Strengthens Key Areas with 2020 Recruiting Class

Words from her new coach …

BARTLETT ON ARENT: Madison is a highly driven and mature ball player. She will give us some much needed depth behind the dish.

HIGH SCHOOL: Arent enters her senior season at Lancaster High School as a team captain for the Golden Gales … as a junior, she was named the Fairfield Country Player of the Year after helping guide the team to a sectional championship and a district runner-up finish … she finished her junior year with a .464 batting average, 45 hits, 45 runs scored, eight double and four home runs, while powering Lancaster to a 24-4 overall record … she also helped lead the program to sectional championships as a freshman and sophomore, while the team claimed a district championship her freshman year and finished as runner-up her sophomore season.

WHY BALL STATE: I chose Ball State for the people and community. Ball State felt right and gave me a sense of family away from my own. Ball State also has my intended major and can provide me with a great many opportunities to be successful not only while I am there, but also after I graduate.

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Sunday at hOMe

I don’t take enough pictures. I record life in words, mostly posts about my inner life on soul fabric, Medium and in my journal. I need to; it’s therapy.

But I love photography and often forget that pictures tell stories too. Sometimes they tell better stories than words. I was looking through a book I bought M for photo ideas. Starting today my goal is take at least one picture every single day (and hopefully post it here!) This was my day today. Quiet, mundane, cozy, beautiful.

Maddie’s 18th B’Day Trip to California

Day One: Cincinnati OH to Los Angeles CA … explored Beverly Hills, Hollywood overlook (to see the city and best view of the sign), Hollywood, Bel Air, El Segundo

Day Two: From LA we drove north then West to Highway 1 about an hour south of Big Sur. Explored Big Sur, Carmel by the Sea, Monterrey, Santa Cruz then drove on to San Francisco

Day Three: Explored San Francisco, landed in Sausalito for the evening then stayed in Oakland

Day Four: UC Berkeley and back down south … Malibu, Santa Monica, Venice Beach, Marina Del Rey, Inglewood

Day Five: LAX to CVG

Compartmentalizing Life

For the last decade I’ve compartmentalized life. I was this and I was that. I did this and I did that. During my yoga teaching years, I led a double life. No, I wasn’t a spy and I didn’t cheat on my husband. I was a yoga teacher and I was also a digital media professional. The two ‘lives’ required very different skills. Constantly exercising right brain-left brain interchange was exhausting; I only hope it kept my mind young and pliable.

Now that I’m rarely teaching, life feels settled. There is less ‘reporter by day, superhero by night,’ except with respect to writing.

I write for work. I write for self. I write for others. Yet everything that comes out is all me. It’s a culmination of my thoughts, feelings, knowledge and life experience.

These days, I simply identify as a writer. It’s what I’ve always done. It’s who I’ve always been. Yet I continue to cling to the yoga teacher title. Am I upholding some grandiose sense of self importance? Do I feel that title sets me apart?

I haven’t taught in over a year and I don’t plan to anytime soon. My teaching is through writing, and I’m rarely writing about yoga. It’s part of me. It’s a lens in which I view the world, but there is so much more.

I am human and I write about being human. I have more questions than answers.

I am recognizing that this label doesn’t help me become more human. I am recognizing that labels divide and categorize, and while they can be useful, they can also cause detriment.

With all of that said, I now feel clear about where I should write for myself and for others. On the 19 started as a personal blog to ‘record life’ here. It will continue as that, possibly with as mundane of topics as “look at this beautiful tree.” I’ll be writing (and moving some of the writing I’ve done over the past month) to soul fabric. It’s been neglected and I developed it to specifically write about the human experience.

Life is about evaluating, evolving, shifting, moving, changing. I love the ride.

Speaking of mundane, normal life, enjoy this photo of dinner earlier this week: Teriyaki Salmon, Grilled 8 oz. Filet of Salmon served with our House Teriyaki Sauce Topped with Sesame Seeds; Austyn’s in Marietta, Ohio

My Name as a Poem

“Creativity takes courage. ”

Henri Matisse

Writing Prompt: write an acrostic, a poem, word puzzle, or other composition in which certain letters in each line form a word or words

happy, whole, healthy, grateful, loving, kind: words i wish to use to describe me
except it’s not the whole truth: pain, shame, jealousy, revenge, spite. these ugly words represent as much.
all that is present is evolution; i’m
hiding. showing up. shrinking. shining. beaming. glowing. see what I did there? landing on the beauty? life is
ephemeral. impermanent. ever changing. flowing. moving. we express our aliveness by living in our truth, by being

Your turn. What kind of acrostic will you come up with using your name (or any other word you choose)?

H I !   I ‘ M   H E A T H E R   S A G E  . . . 

. . . a writer, blogger and yoga teacher (who rarely teaches in the traditional sense anymore). Also a softball mom, happy wife and flawed human doing the best I can. I love books, flowers, stationary, hot tea, wine, essential oils, quiet mornings, playing outside and many other simple things in life.

Life changes all the time. It’s the only constant. Beautiful, mundane, joyful, awful, insightful, random, the way things move through; my practice here is of ‘recording life’ in words and images. The name of this blog, on the 19, is where we live. Find more meaningful writing on soul fabric.