I am setting the intention for myself to write more in the new year. I feel more peaceful inside when I do write. It is the same with exercise. I want to set small goals for myself..Write at least fifteen minutes 3 times per week to start..look at my novel again..more than look figure out how to get it ready to be published..that is a big goal but I am capable of making it happen with faith, hope and small consistent moves.
Happy New Year!!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Anything is Possible
Anything is possible.
Tomorrow the sky could be purple.
Tonight the sun could shine.
We could love each other and Mother Earth.
Lets all do something different..something we have always wanted to....I'm getting my drivers license again on Wednesday. I had it along time ago and let it expire. I've been working towards this off and on since July... I'm going for it...rmrmrmrmrmrmrmmr.
Tomorrow the sky could be purple.
Tonight the sun could shine.
We could love each other and Mother Earth.
Lets all do something different..something we have always wanted to....I'm getting my drivers license again on Wednesday. I had it along time ago and let it expire. I've been working towards this off and on since July... I'm going for it...rmrmrmrmrmrmrmmr.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Mary Jo Doyle Remembered
Mary Jo Doyle
By Eve Brownstone
“Whoosey…. Whoosey… whatsey… whatsey”….Mary Jo Doyle would say to explain anything that was not easily explainable…. like herself.
You were a dance partner, a friend, a mentor and a community leader….
Thank you for letting me know you…through your beaming smile there was more to you…
You would go out on Christmas Eve to hand out historical society membership information.
You had the kind of sweet heart that would take in your niece and six month old daughter…not for a couple of days but for a year and a half…
People talk these days about everybody is replaceable…. There is no one who can fill your shoes…you drove the bus and commanded the wheel especially at the historical society… You had the vision…the passion the guts the will to get things done…not everybody agreed with you all the time…I didn’t agree with you all the time…but I was astounded by your heart and commitment to our community of Rogers Park/West Ridge.
From your bed at Lakeshore, you were still editing the newsletter, organizing a party for your family and making sure Mervin had a ride to the Founders Day picnic.
You dreamed of making it to Catalina…you planned to go…it became your hope of getting better.
I knew you were having a good day when you were bossy, up making lists….trying to keep track of all your visitors..phone calls…meds taken...keeping something under control..even if you couldn’t control what was happening with your body…
I was there with you when things were not so good…when you talked about the cancer being back…the pain...hospice…you were happy to go home..
When I would leave you at Lakeshore I would touch my fist to yours as a sign of respect. You would smile when we did this. You would let me know you were still fighting the cancer.
The last time I saw you were in bed at home. Your hand could no longer make a fist but was out stretched as if in acceptance of what was happening. You looked peaceful and loved ones were close by taking good care of you.
I remember the music playing in your room, angelic choir music.
Standing at your bedside, I had a clear image of you…in one of your colorful outfits…on a large dance floor filled with your loved ones: your husband, John, your parents, your brother and sister and many others who love you and have been waiting for you. In this vision, you are beaming with so much love and vitality. I was filled with tears not of sorrow but of joy, knowing you would be dancing very soon with so much love surrounding you.
Bless you Mary Jo…
By Eve Brownstone
“Whoosey…. Whoosey… whatsey… whatsey”….Mary Jo Doyle would say to explain anything that was not easily explainable…. like herself.
You were a dance partner, a friend, a mentor and a community leader….
Thank you for letting me know you…through your beaming smile there was more to you…
You would go out on Christmas Eve to hand out historical society membership information.
You had the kind of sweet heart that would take in your niece and six month old daughter…not for a couple of days but for a year and a half…
People talk these days about everybody is replaceable…. There is no one who can fill your shoes…you drove the bus and commanded the wheel especially at the historical society… You had the vision…the passion the guts the will to get things done…not everybody agreed with you all the time…I didn’t agree with you all the time…but I was astounded by your heart and commitment to our community of Rogers Park/West Ridge.
From your bed at Lakeshore, you were still editing the newsletter, organizing a party for your family and making sure Mervin had a ride to the Founders Day picnic.
You dreamed of making it to Catalina…you planned to go…it became your hope of getting better.
I knew you were having a good day when you were bossy, up making lists….trying to keep track of all your visitors..phone calls…meds taken...keeping something under control..even if you couldn’t control what was happening with your body…
I was there with you when things were not so good…when you talked about the cancer being back…the pain...hospice…you were happy to go home..
When I would leave you at Lakeshore I would touch my fist to yours as a sign of respect. You would smile when we did this. You would let me know you were still fighting the cancer.
The last time I saw you were in bed at home. Your hand could no longer make a fist but was out stretched as if in acceptance of what was happening. You looked peaceful and loved ones were close by taking good care of you.
I remember the music playing in your room, angelic choir music.
Standing at your bedside, I had a clear image of you…in one of your colorful outfits…on a large dance floor filled with your loved ones: your husband, John, your parents, your brother and sister and many others who love you and have been waiting for you. In this vision, you are beaming with so much love and vitality. I was filled with tears not of sorrow but of joy, knowing you would be dancing very soon with so much love surrounding you.
Bless you Mary Jo…
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Love
I know what love feels like now..a real love with no expectations. It just exists and adds to the splendor of life...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Growing UP
To let go of that person I was twenty+ some years ago is a challenge sometimes.
I got some help from an old friend who knew me when I was twenty years old. Oh, my gosh. He hadn't changed much..still nice and fun spirit..
I noticed I had changed..I did find myself more solid....I'd say to my twenty year old self "you are growing up kiddo in a good way...you are making some better choices for yourself...life hurts less than when I was twenty-twenty-one...I'm taking care of you Evie."
I got some help from an old friend who knew me when I was twenty years old. Oh, my gosh. He hadn't changed much..still nice and fun spirit..
I noticed I had changed..I did find myself more solid....I'd say to my twenty year old self "you are growing up kiddo in a good way...you are making some better choices for yourself...life hurts less than when I was twenty-twenty-one...I'm taking care of you Evie."
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Eve is on Therapy Finder
http://therapist.psychologytoday.com/59663
Check this out....on Psychology Today's Therapist Finder.com.
Eve
Check this out....on Psychology Today's Therapist Finder.com.
Eve
Sunday, October 12, 2008
A Guardian Angel
A gift from a friend from the Internet. Thanks Mary.
The Pink Dress
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see i the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place fo young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.
It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, 'Hello.'
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a 'Hi ' after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, 'Because, I'm different.'
I immediately said, 'That you are,' and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, 'I know.'
'Little girl,' I said, 'you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.'
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,
'Really?'
'Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all th people walking by.'
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her Wings to spread, then she said 'I am.'
'I'm your Guardian Angel,' with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, 'For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done'.
I got to my feet and said, ' Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?'
She looked at me, smiled, and said, 'You're the only one that could see me,' and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
The Pink Dress
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see i the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place fo young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.
It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, 'Hello.'
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a 'Hi ' after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, 'Because, I'm different.'
I immediately said, 'That you are,' and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, 'I know.'
'Little girl,' I said, 'you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.'
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,
'Really?'
'Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all th people walking by.'
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her Wings to spread, then she said 'I am.'
'I'm your Guardian Angel,' with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, 'For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done'.
I got to my feet and said, ' Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?'
She looked at me, smiled, and said, 'You're the only one that could see me,' and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
Friday, October 3, 2008
New Office Hours for Brownstone Therapeutics
Has the economy got you stressed out? Or the weather given you the blues?
Those Cubs urgggha? Call Eve Brownstone, MA, LCPC, CP for Individual
Therapy at 773-859-1276.
Eve Brownstone is offering Individual Therapy at Ki Essentials at 7007 N.
Sheridan Rd. on Wednesdays from 9am-11am and in Evanston on Saturdays from 1pm-3pm at the Heartwood Center 1599 Maple Ave.
Eve Brownstone is an Expressive Arts Therapist with eighteen years
experience assisting clients in developing strategies to cope with life’s
challenges.
What is Expressive Arts Therapies?
Expressive Arts Therapies move people into the world of the heart. People
get out of their heads and into their bodies. Some people can't or choose
not to speak right away about their experiences but find it easier to
paint, dance, enact or sing out their stories. Someone can find her voice
again through the arts. She can learn that she has an inner power that
won't leave her.
The feelings of grief, anger, pain, fear and joy are the tunnel through
which we must pass to get to the other side: to self-awareness,
understanding and wholeness.
For more information call 773-859-1276 or check out
www.brownstonetherapeutics.com.
Eve Brownstone,MA, LCPC, CP
Director of Brownstone Therapeutics
Expressive Arts Therapist
Oral Historian and Writer
773-859-1276
Those Cubs urgggha? Call Eve Brownstone, MA, LCPC, CP for Individual
Therapy at 773-859-1276.
Eve Brownstone is offering Individual Therapy at Ki Essentials at 7007 N.
Sheridan Rd. on Wednesdays from 9am-11am and in Evanston on Saturdays from 1pm-3pm at the Heartwood Center 1599 Maple Ave.
Eve Brownstone is an Expressive Arts Therapist with eighteen years
experience assisting clients in developing strategies to cope with life’s
challenges.
What is Expressive Arts Therapies?
Expressive Arts Therapies move people into the world of the heart. People
get out of their heads and into their bodies. Some people can't or choose
not to speak right away about their experiences but find it easier to
paint, dance, enact or sing out their stories. Someone can find her voice
again through the arts. She can learn that she has an inner power that
won't leave her.
The feelings of grief, anger, pain, fear and joy are the tunnel through
which we must pass to get to the other side: to self-awareness,
understanding and wholeness.
For more information call 773-859-1276 or check out
www.brownstonetherapeutics.com.
Eve Brownstone,MA, LCPC, CP
Director of Brownstone Therapeutics
Expressive Arts Therapist
Oral Historian and Writer
773-859-1276
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
From George Carlin
You had to love George Carlin, agree with his point of view or politics or
not he was a Great thinker and observer of the world as it is. ? ? ?
A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read
too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too
much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to
life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing t he street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered
outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better
things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the
atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more
computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but
we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night
stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to
quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window
and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to
just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because t hey are not
going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the
only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but
most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person
will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the
precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away.
not he was a Great thinker and observer of the world as it is. ? ? ?
A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read
too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too
much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to
life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing t he street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered
outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better
things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the
atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more
computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but
we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night
stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to
quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window
and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to
just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because t hey are not
going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the
only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but
most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person
will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the
precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Home Is
Home Is
Home is where the story begins.
Home is where feelings are shared.
Home is where you get be goofy.
Home is where you can eat cheetos in bed.
Home is where everybody knows you..knows that you snore and doesn't care.
Home is where everybody knows you... knows that you cry during Hallmark commercials and doesn't care.
Home is where you can come in sopping wet from swimming in the lake and a warm fuzzy towel is waiting for you.....geez what a good day.....:)
Home is where the story begins.
Home is where feelings are shared.
Home is where you get be goofy.
Home is where you can eat cheetos in bed.
Home is where everybody knows you..knows that you snore and doesn't care.
Home is where everybody knows you... knows that you cry during Hallmark commercials and doesn't care.
Home is where you can come in sopping wet from swimming in the lake and a warm fuzzy towel is waiting for you.....geez what a good day.....:)
Home At Last
A three year old can come up with many adventures. When I was three, with the help of my favorite preschool teacher, Mrs. Arnold, I wrote my first story about a baby bird’s first solo flight. There was squawking from the baby bird, but once in flight she discovered she could fly and not hit the ground. Today, I feel some similar feelings about writing now at the lovely young age of 40. I wasn’t sure if I could write a novel, I felt a gentle push, then a harder kick in the pants by my characters. Edward Forester and Liz Levine told me they wanted to be in the world, outside of my head. (Even though my head is a cool place to hang.) I visualized these childhood sweethearts at a writer’s retreat twelve years ago. Three years ago, I said to Ed and Liz and myself, “I am going to try to write your story.” I took weeks off from work and wrote everyday by the ocean. The writing just flowed out of me. (I have been a therapist for eighteen years and an oral historian for nine.) The character Liz is a therapist and world renowned for her knowledge of sex and relationships. I put a lot of my ideas about relationships into this book. It became an act of love to write and to finish a good draft. I am glad I’m going for it and leaping from the branch and learning to soar as a writer. You can check out some of my writing on www.rogerspark.com and http://brownstonetherapeutics.com/. Best,
Eve Brownstone
Eve Brownstone
Monday, September 15, 2008
Shedding
Shedding
Shedding my scales
Shedding nasty bits
Shedding my doubts
Shedding fears
Shedding inches of projections
Shedding my scales
Shedding nasty bits
Shedding my doubts
Shedding fears
Shedding inches of projections
Friday, September 12, 2008
Into the Tunnel
Listen…to you... get quiet..you will find a path in..into the soft chambers ..into the long wooden hall ways…look for the lit candlight of your heart ..
The hallway is cold and dark along a portion... you will go alone..you will find friends along the way..but know that their path may go differently from yours.
The hallway is cold and dark along a portion... you will go alone..you will find friends along the way..but know that their path may go differently from yours.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I Can Be
I can be a cowgirl..
I can be a mermaid
I can be a dragon
I can be a warrior
I can be a girl
I can be a wise sage
I can be a child..
I can be a woman..
I can be myself...
All of it and more is inside
Don't be afraid of what you find
I can be a mermaid
I can be a dragon
I can be a warrior
I can be a girl
I can be a wise sage
I can be a child..
I can be a woman..
I can be myself...
All of it and more is inside
Don't be afraid of what you find
Friday, September 5, 2008
One Step
One step at a time.
One breathe at a time.
Time After Time. Thanks Cyndi.
This is just putting one foot in front of the other and making a go of it...
having faith...in the unknown....not being bitter.
Being grateful.
Saying Yes to Life!!!!
Not behaving as I should... as expected...
Feeling free for it...feeling more myself..
One breathe at a time.
Time After Time. Thanks Cyndi.
This is just putting one foot in front of the other and making a go of it...
having faith...in the unknown....not being bitter.
Being grateful.
Saying Yes to Life!!!!
Not behaving as I should... as expected...
Feeling free for it...feeling more myself..
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Patterns
Exploring patterns
very nice...that works for me
sort of sucks... to much suffering..
How to change???
Small moves Evie...
very nice...that works for me
sort of sucks... to much suffering..
How to change???
Small moves Evie...
Monday, September 1, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Finding My Own Rock
There are two men digging their foundations into the Earth for new homes. They both want to make strong homes. The first digs down enough to hit sand and his house collapes in a storm. The second man digs deep enough to hit rock and his house is able to withstand any storm.
In my life I've looked to other people to be my rock..without digging deep enough to find my own rock.
I can't do that anymore..I got to keep digging and building my own solid foundation. I know I got it in me.
In my life I've looked to other people to be my rock..without digging deep enough to find my own rock.
I can't do that anymore..I got to keep digging and building my own solid foundation. I know I got it in me.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Home has alot to do with truth
When I speak my truth I feel at home.
When I say what is right for me I am building my foundation.
When I trust myself enough to believe what I say and that it is good for me
I am making it last...hurricane proof
When I say what is right for me I am building my foundation.
When I trust myself enough to believe what I say and that it is good for me
I am making it last...hurricane proof
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Interesting Things- Emotions
Interesting things are emotions.
One can feel numb, sad, mad and joyful all at the same time. That was me today. I'm glad I can feel.
One can feel numb, sad, mad and joyful all at the same time. That was me today. I'm glad I can feel.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sun In My Hair
Sun In My Hair
Dancing under the blue sky the wind tickles my ears
The Sun in my hair
I spin and spin and fall laughing in the grass
Dont care about anything...
no past nor tomorrow.
Sun you play a fun game of tag ...you are it baby..
Yes!!!
Dancing under the blue sky the wind tickles my ears
The Sun in my hair
I spin and spin and fall laughing in the grass
Dont care about anything...
no past nor tomorrow.
Sun you play a fun game of tag ...you are it baby..
Yes!!!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I Rate
Inside me...I-rate...getting to feel I matter...
Welcomed...wanted...loved.....
not so alone when alone
not looking for someone else to make me happy
Learning to water my own garden....
Welcomed...wanted...loved.....
not so alone when alone
not looking for someone else to make me happy
Learning to water my own garden....
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Love
God brings us nothing but angels.
We can not experience the light in our lives without some darkness....
Look for the love behind the shadow.
Experience the lesson as it unfolds.
Trust the process...breathe....one more time....
We can not experience the light in our lives without some darkness....
Look for the love behind the shadow.
Experience the lesson as it unfolds.
Trust the process...breathe....one more time....
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Own Self Be Truth
Eagles rise.
Bears roam the dark forest.
Big fish shed their scales.
Lions growl with fierce courage.
What are we to do?
Speak the truth to ourselves.
Bears roam the dark forest.
Big fish shed their scales.
Lions growl with fierce courage.
What are we to do?
Speak the truth to ourselves.
Metamorphisis
Metamorphisis
Change is a foot
The beginning has begun.
The light is spreading from end to end.
The darkness is embraced.
On the journey love is the compass
Trust in the compass.....
Change is a foot
The beginning has begun.
The light is spreading from end to end.
The darkness is embraced.
On the journey love is the compass
Trust in the compass.....
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Stream of Life
Stream of Life by Rabindranath Tagore
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride s from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride s from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Saturday
Something is brewing..something is bubbling..perculating at Metropolis Cafe..under my fingers..the keys and my thoughts are moving out on to the page..it is a joy not to have writers block..to get out of my own way and let the words hit the page..no judgement..no anaylsis..just cause I am here writing..showing up to the page..letting myself be.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Mitziut
Meeting with the congregation Mitziut tonight was a return to the beach and community that I lost touch with. The sky turned a shade of pink, purple, lavender..the shimmering light filled our eyes with warmth and protection as we prayed. The topic was transitions..being in a transition myself sure hit the spot. There seemed to be six couples moving into serious transition such as moving to another state..getting married..quitting jobs..feeling good about it..
Mitziut will not be the same again. I wonder if I will return..I most likely will..I liked the service at the beach..I felt G-d's presence.
Mitziut will not be the same again. I wonder if I will return..I most likely will..I liked the service at the beach..I felt G-d's presence.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Another Day
Another Day Happened
Another sunrise
Another wonderful bowl of watermelon
Another sweet hug
Some new laughs in a convertible
Getting ready for an art show
Trusting the moment
Enjoying the grace of it
Another sunrise
Another wonderful bowl of watermelon
Another sweet hug
Some new laughs in a convertible
Getting ready for an art show
Trusting the moment
Enjoying the grace of it
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Greetings
Greetings from Eve
I begin a busy week at CJE putting together an art show and exhibit...It is gratifying to be working towards something and to be working with a group of good people on it. Way to go team..it is not just me who is excited about the tree of life..I like it better that way... peace...
Thursday, June 19, 2008
What is new?
Brownstone Therapeutics spent Father's Day Weekend at Artists of the Wall. This year's theme was "Winds of Change" We worked with seventy children making art that changed with the wind...such as magical spirals, musical instruments, lots of painting. Paper plates are a great invention. I bought six hundred plates and used at least three hundred.
What is next?
At CJE Senior Life at Weinberg in Deerfield, I'm going to be putting up a show and a performance with residents on the theme of the Tree of Life. Lots of creative folks are making their own versions. Pictures to follow.
I am starting on a new book about all my moving adventures....related to finding home...
Have a good day
What is next?
At CJE Senior Life at Weinberg in Deerfield, I'm going to be putting up a show and a performance with residents on the theme of the Tree of Life. Lots of creative folks are making their own versions. Pictures to follow.
I am starting on a new book about all my moving adventures....related to finding home...
Have a good day
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
What a Day!
This was the last day of Shavuous. We remember when we received the Ten Comandments from G-d. Yes We were not ready for all 613...sometimes we are not quite ready for our blessings. Maybe we can't handle getting exactly what we want...take a leap of faith and know that you are worthy to receive exactly what your heart has been wanting since you were twelve or 22...Love..Love
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Love
I went to see Sex and The City for the Second Time..Carrie had some growing up to do..to learn to see the reality and not demand the fantasy..I am looking for the reality in relationships and I am seeing some of it. Best of luck to all of us.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Hello
Hello everybody from Eve.
Hope everyone is enjoying the good weather. I sa out on the patio at work today and got some sun with clients. I consider it a good day, when things feel relaxed and easy..life doesn't have to be difficult. There are enough difficult time...bring on the fun.
Peace.
Eve
Hope everyone is enjoying the good weather. I sa out on the patio at work today and got some sun with clients. I consider it a good day, when things feel relaxed and easy..life doesn't have to be difficult. There are enough difficult time...bring on the fun.
Peace.
Eve
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Its been a while
I know it has been awhile. Alot has happened. I started a full-time job doing want I like to be doing expressive arts and oral history. I am involved with a good guy. Lots of new things. My birthday is tomorrow to boot. Life is pretty good.
Trust the process....
Trust the process....
Sunday, January 27, 2008
My Birth Bag
These photos were taken 15 years ago in Concord MA..that's me in my birthing bag...got to find that thing...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
January Giving Birth to Your Truth
The Journey continues with another Gving Birth to Your Truth
Bring your dreams and positve intentions for yourselves as we move into this new year. Giving Birth to Your Truth is a good place to start creating a new you that feels more satisifying and more authentic.
Tuesday, January 29 at 7:00 PM
1227 W. Jarvis
10.00 per person
Who should come
We welcome anyone who is ready to let go of something and ready to take a leap into a new beginning.
Why
This is an interactive, entertaining, transforming and fun event. When do adults get permission to be their playful and be their creative selves...this is the time..this is the moment for you to shine...
How to find the organizer(s)
"I will be the one with the beaming smile and curly hair. My name is Eve and I welcome you to my office."
--Eve Brownstone (Empowerment Specialist)
Bring your dreams and positve intentions for yourselves as we move into this new year. Giving Birth to Your Truth is a good place to start creating a new you that feels more satisifying and more authentic.
Tuesday, January 29 at 7:00 PM
1227 W. Jarvis
10.00 per person
Who should come
We welcome anyone who is ready to let go of something and ready to take a leap into a new beginning.
Why
This is an interactive, entertaining, transforming and fun event. When do adults get permission to be their playful and be their creative selves...this is the time..this is the moment for you to shine...
How to find the organizer(s)
"I will be the one with the beaming smile and curly hair. My name is Eve and I welcome you to my office."
--Eve Brownstone (Empowerment Specialist)
Friday, January 18, 2008
New Videos Featured on rp.com
Check out the new videos from Brownstone Therapeutics on youtube.com and rogerspark.com.
Links to youtube.com videos
Gallery B1E
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Se9I1sJBDY8
Quest Network Services
http://youtube.com/watch?v=z6vlnTjUcKo
Fischer Software
http://youtube.com/watch?v=JBJce_2K5oo
Links to youtube.com videos
Gallery B1E
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Se9I1sJBDY8
Quest Network Services
http://youtube.com/watch?v=z6vlnTjUcKo
Fischer Software
http://youtube.com/watch?v=JBJce_2K5oo
Friday, January 4, 2008
What a day!
Thursday Jan 3, I spent the day at Camp Obama. I made many calls to Iowans for the Iowa Caucas..I encouraged people to go out and vote for Obama. I was glad to do it. All the hard work of so many people paid off with the win for Obama in Iowa. At the party to follow the return there was an energy and excitement and some tears of joy..it felt like a new beginning for our country. At the party there were many politicians, at one point..there was a group picture...whites, black, hispanics..people of all colors were smiling...I thought that this is what the Obama camapign is about...people coming together from all walks of life...and having hope that things can and are getting better. Bless you Obama.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Wow..thats Cold!!
It was incredible..yesterday Jan 1 2008, became an official Polar Bear at North Ave Beach in Chicago..The air was about 22 and the water was around 30..the crowd was buzzed..kids were jumping ...young couples were diving in..wow.. I went into the water with a friend who was in the Coast Guard another life time ago......It was in and out...but there was sharp ice. Burr cold....But we did it, by golly!!! Lets me know I can do more things I may think impossible to do...
Charge!!!!!
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