
Claire Hunter
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Grey's Adventure
She swiftly picked up the whole cloth and shook it out vigorously. “Get them off” shrined Grey, her five year old son. Ants clung to each other, to the crumbs and to the edges of the cloth they were using to enjoy their lunch this otherwise fine Tuesday afternoon.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Families
As a new yoga teacher, experience is everything.
Everyone farts. It is a part of being alive. There is a book titled “Everyone Farts" I have read it to my children. I tell my children, there is more room on the outside, and I use this phrase for many things, things like expressing how you feel, farting, brainstorming, burping, etc. I know I am an eclectic mom, an eclectic person. I thrive on being just a little bit outside the lines.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Confessions
The quiz
The sun shone into the window of her fourth-story flat, the reflection from the neighboring skyscraper created a laser-like reflection where the marble tile met the wall, and Edgar, the cat thought it was his own personal play toy. Shazi had placed a special crystal on the window, the kind that made rainbow spectrums shoot all over the room, she stood up from her perch at her desk to walk over and tapped the crystal, creating confetti of rainbow splatter, Edgar pounced delightfully down the hallway chasing rainbows.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Humans
dysfunction or beauty
It was the straw that broke the camel's back. I had woken up like 4 times in the night because Jackie had an earache, and cried each time she rolled over. The pressure caused by the fluid inside was painful, and for me, it meant walking, and standing, and trying to think cognitively when all my body wanted was rest. My boss at work was also increasing the pressure on the project I had been working on for the past 3 months, We were supposed to have six months on this one, but the client just bumped the deadline up to dour months. I had just let go a jerk-of-a-human, who happened to be great under pressure, and probably would have helped us pull out of this nosedive. I needed to cry, I needed to release the pressure that was building up inside of me, like the lid of a 2 liter of soda. And that is when I opened my computer and typed in decier.com. I had heard of this site that recommends movies, and where to stream them. I smiled slightly given my mood when I saw the category title “choked up” with a broken heart emoji.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Journal
A christmas tale to a mini series
There is just something about Reece Whiterspoon that lights me up. On the outside, she’s got the appropriate, good girl look, but she often plays characters that have a bit of depth. In Four Christmases, she uncovers a more authentic version of herself. The movie is laid out in a Christmases of past like Ebenezer Scrooge. When we are able to view our lives and the different versions we could have explored, we are open to a whole new possibility of who we could be today. There is a comedy, and at times the almost too silly kind of comedy, that reminds me of the caramel that sticks to my teeth.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Geeks
if this, than that
When I look up from the keyboard I see clutter. Clutter everywhere. The table that I am using as my desk is full of papers, not all eight and a half by eleven, but all sizes. Torn rectangle ish scraps: one containing a book recommendation from a client, another part of a grocery list, there is even one that has comingled items: notes from a talk about biomechanics of the shoulder joint, and the beginnings of a poem. Things that can not be filed, because isn't the point of notes to stick out and remind you of something. I have tried the digital version to no avail because it too gets buried. I sigh, and swivel my chair into the rest of the apartment to see dished overstuffed in the open shelving in the kitchen, the thoroughfare, from here to there has a couch with electronics, more papers, three cups and books, some in stacks, some strewn around like litter, decorating the floor with no reasonable explanation as to why. I don't identify as a slob, but when you look around my space, perhaps I am.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Motivation
Traverse
I have had a love of labyrinths for many years. I remember the first one I found, it felt like a mysterious thing, especially to see at a church. If I am honest, I have had trouble deeply connecting with the church since I was a child. When I stepped onto the smooth marbled surface, something in me went quiet - something loud was now softer, and I began to follow my feet walking into the maze. After that, I was hooked. Something happened inside my mind as I went around and around the path, and then at the center, there was a moment to pause, only to realize the way out was back over the path that I had traced coming in. And by the time I returned to the entrance, I realized this way of walking was good medicine for me.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Motivation
Outside time
Ugh, really it's that time to set the clocks forward again? What will I do with the extra time? Ha. In reflection I realized that this time change sparked a change within me, of course, the outside world is also sending clues, there are the crisp narrow green strands of the underground buds popping out into the cold nights, and someday soon there will be bright yellow stems trumpeting hello. The days getting longer as if to invite afternoon adventures. It is as if all this wintertime, all this cozing up has allowed a dream to germinate, a new project or way of being might be feeling brave enough to pop its head out as well.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Motivation
Dinner guests
It is snowing outside, big puffy flakes. The sky wasn’t quite dark, the house was. “I should start dinner, “she thought, the quiet luring her in, the clumps of snow remind her of huddling teenagers. She was grateful that the snow just allowed her to be there, her presence unnoticed. She feels a sense of safety in the anonymity like wearing only lingerie under a ski coat, no one knows what’s there.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Humans










