I hate being manipulated. Scratch that. I hate it when someone tries to manipulate me. I’m decent at sniffing it out; I get an uncomfy feeling in my belly and like a bloodhound that’s treed a fox, there’s an arooing signal that goes off in me. Sometimes I get stuck questioning myself about it. Like,Continue reading “When In Moab”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Cheers, To Me
Uh oh, this is what I feared; a blank mind. I need to have something to write about. Right? But shouldn’t this be a good thing, a time when all my inner voices have settled down and are finally taking a nice, long siesta? I recall a phone call with a good friend years ago,Continue reading “Cheers, To Me”
Choose Your Own Adventure!
I wonder, is it possible to not care about likes and followers? Or to not seek validation from others? If there is, I have yet to figure it out. Speaking of, I told a woman she was an idiot today. Twice. And then I followed it with a thumbs up, er, I mean my middleContinue reading “Choose Your Own Adventure!”
A Grind
Being in my mind can be like walking around in a minefield, and it’s the what’s wrong with me thought that sets off the mine, otherwise known as a self-hating domino effect. And, as you might imagine, what follows is a flash-flood of unsafe emotions (not unlike the time I drove in a blizzard throughContinue reading “A Grind”
No Water, People
I mistakenly thought the National Park Ranger’s tin container had marijuana in it, along with the necessary paraphernalia to smoke this afternoon. However, inside was a dried string bean, an ear of corn, a shard of Obsidian, and various other rocks native to the Sedona valley – instead of the wacky tobacky. I’d later learnContinue reading “No Water, People”
A Special Lady
“The Teachings of Buddha” is read aloud on the bed next to me. By Evelyn, the two-and-a-half-year-old (don’t tell her I told you this) that can’t read. She’s dog-tired; from being snapped in and snapped out of the car seat, from tromping through slushy snow (she didn’t mind), and standing in frigid, send-you-hurriedly-back-to-the-car winds. HerContinue reading “A Special Lady”
Kanab-A-Bob
The pressures come from all around. To respond, to caregive, to simply check out. Where does one find the center in it all, on the solid ground in the hurricane’s eye where for a moment everything is still? We’re in Kanab, Utah, and it’s the first night among seven more for my family on aContinue reading “Kanab-A-Bob”
You, The Creator
With the skill of an artist’s touch on canvas, or a piece of fabric, or a block, or a blank page, something emerges, something within expressed outwardly, as if by magic. I’m no magician, but sometimes when the moon is in its waxing phase, and all the children are resting soundly in their beds, IContinue reading “You, The Creator”
Orchestratic Event
Our words have power; they can shake the ground someone walks on and can pierce into a person’s heart. “Either you intentionally decide to drink yourself to death, or you’re going to fight to live. Do one or other, but you have to quit doing both half-assed.” This is the wake-up call I gave aContinue reading “Orchestratic Event”
Perspectivity
Do you ever try to convince yourself you don’t care about something when actually you do? I’m notorious for doing this, I notice my clients do this, and I can imagine you do it too. For example, I noticed the number of views for my post from yesterday. That the number was small I hadContinue reading “Perspectivity”
Going On 40 