Resolve and intent …. like close friends…who never let go, never turn their back, never give up.
They linger on…sometimes quietly, with subtle nudges, oftentimes more vocal with firm insistances…but always with supportive, persistent advocacy reminding you to perserveer.
And they both do so with grace, unyielding patience, trust, and knowing.
It’s like they know they’ve got you….They know you won’t and really can’t abandon them. They’re not an old style you pitch or donate. And you can’t craig’s list or ebay ‘em…even if you tried.
Nope. Resolve and intent stick around. Like the companion we probably each desire, just don’t admit….they stick around, never neglect, never reject, never say ’see ya’ no matter how much you don’t return their phone calls, emails, requests to get together, or how much you resist their messages. No way to run from them. They’ve kinda gotcha.
Why all this metaphoric introductory blurb in the ‘about me’ section of my blog? Well, it may sound ridiculous to some, juvenile to others, and unprofessional to the powers that be, but it’s because of them–my intention and resolve duo best friends –that i’m even on this page to begin with. Try as i might to run away from it, avoid it, roll my eyes and call myself ridiculous to think i have anything worthy of saying, the weak self-absorbed, condemning self pity voice has finally met her match and is losing….resolve and intent are better, oh by far so much better friends…..and i’ve decided to finally let them have their say.
Hey to you, whomever you are and wherever you may be reading this blog. My name is Tresha Lynne Thorsen and I go by Tre….(pronounced like ‘tree’ …..but spelled with one ‘e’). I’m a woman in my later 30s who lives with the intent of making spirituality practical…day to day, moment to moment….who resolves to help others in their journies….and who intends to have this blog attest these efforts.
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Think about it….every moment we are thinking. Every moment we are each living out what we are thinking….always our innermost thoughts guide our every step and whatever’s on our mind at that moment determines our disposition.
Yet how often do we pause, treasure our thought like a beautiful hunk of clay that we can mold and sculpt moment to moment? How often do we pause, observe what’s in thought trying to impose itself on the clay, and refuse to allow it to take form?
A while ago, I learned of the possibilities…that in fact I was not a piece of random clay being molded and shaped by other’s paradigms or patterns of thinking (familial, cultural, societal, ecomical, political, ideological, etc).
Rather, I was the artist, the sculptor….able to step back and pause…and evolve a life according to the standard that I held close to my heart…….
What gave me this insight?
A woman named Mary Baker Eddy in the ideas about practical spirituality she illumines her life’s work, a book entitled: Science and Health
And so this blog offers how I’m sculpting and why, lessons I’ve learned along the way, questions I’m contemplating–all shared here in hopes of connecting with other sculptors of thought….or those who want to be….and learning from and with you.
Much of this blog will be me writing the sharings I have and wish to offer. But I’m hoping that it will ignite a desire in you to sculpt your thoughts as well. And if you want to chat about the process or comment on mine, that’s available too, through comments, email, and phone consultation. (see contact info below).
So here’s to sculpting…..moment to moment….. thought by thought…chisel by chisel 
Be well and much joy and peace to you, Tre
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Contact information: Tresha Lynne Thorsen email: evolveserenity@gmail.com
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Life Sculpture, by George Washington Doane
CHISEL in hand stood a sculptor boy
With his marble block before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,
As an angel-dream passed o’er him.
He carved the dream on that shapeless stone,
With many a sharp incision;
With heaven’s own light the sculpture shone,–
He’d caught that angel-vision.
Children of life are we, as we stand
With our lives uncarved before us,
Waiting the hour when, at God’s command,
Our life-dream shall pass o’er us.
If we carve it then on the yielding stone,
With many a sharp incision,
Its heavenly beauty shall be our own,–
Our lives, that angel-vision.
I first read this poem as a young girl
