Personal Blog of Dagny Sol, Editor and Author Coach
It has been aeons since I wrote here. In my defence, I have ten-plus drafts languishing on my hard-drive. To be brutally honest though, the aforementioned defence wears mighty thin even to my biased eyes. Alas, the truth will out! Since I have the weekend free—praised be the Lord—I told myself I must write something. […]
Identity: The things that make you, YOU! You know already that you are a One-Of-A-Kind rarity. There never was anyone Identical to you, and there never will be. What goes into creating the uniqueness that you call your Identity and what makes it so wonderfully precious? Your circumstances, talents and disposition are unlike that of any other person on earth. […]
Trees are poems. There is nothing as beautiful as a tree against the backdrop of a sunny, intensely blue sky. Its leaves seem dipped in glittering, volatile mercury; their edges brushed with liquid gold. The green in them seems full to the brim with irrepressible joie de vivre. They rustle joyfully in the lightest breeze […]
Summarizing 2017: In 2017, I didn’t choose a word/ phrase/ thought for the year as I had done every year since 2012. There is no reason for not doing it. It just didn’t happen. Strangely enough, I didn’t stress about it which was very out of character for me. I usually fuss and get displeased […]
Join me as I share some thoughts triggered by Brene Brown’s Daring Greatly.
Undeveloped men are highly motivated to act by their matter-inclined impulses and longing for name, fame, prosperity, and sensory happiness. The wise, on the other hand, have detached themselves from worldly pleasures; their incentive is the joy they find in working for God. Incidentally and yet purposefully, the inspiring examples of such men bring others […]
It’s funny how, in this journey of life, even though we may begin at different times and places, our paths cross with others so that we may share our love, compassion, observations, and hope. This is a design of God that I appreciate and cherish.
~ Steve Maraboli
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
~Emily Dickinson
Continued from: A Piece of Raw Ginger (I) The storm of her grief shook us both as she clung to me, sobbing. I held her, feeling at once stoic and sympathetic. Grief like that just makes you take a deep breath. You know it needs to be dealt with, one way or another. I held […]
It was still dark. The sun wasn’t out yet, though it was already past six in the morning. And it was cold; a chilly cold that turns your breath foggy and makes your eyes water sharply. I got off the train gingerly, a tad anxious. I had to take a connecting train four hours later. […]