First Day of School—Again!
It’s been a few years since I looked forward to my first day of school. I’d dressed up in one of two new dresses Mom had sewn for me using the same pattern, but different fabric and trim. Somehow, she’d …
It’s been a few years since I looked forward to my first day of school. I’d dressed up in one of two new dresses Mom had sewn for me using the same pattern, but different fabric and trim. Somehow, she’d …
We sweat over the smallest details, yet we know from experience that when the time is right, the answer appears. Why does learning to read the signs seem to be a hard lesson? How many times do we have to …
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I had no reason to suspect that spring day, which started out as so many others, would open the door to a new direction—one where I’d begin weaving a new tapestry. It had been just two weeks earlier when I’d …
The light energy could hardly be stronger than it’s been over the past week in the northern hemisphere. We’ve crested the most number of daylight hours for this year and last week the the full moon illuminated the night. The …
Animal guides, as with human guides appear along our life’s path to help and teach us. We may not even recognize them as guides, especially when the circumstances around their appearance are outlandish and unexpected. We’re likely to think of …
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Recently I spoke with Valeria Teles on her Fit for Joy podcast about how we can claim the forgotten wisdom of our ancestors. It was a delightful, meaningful conversation in which she asked thought-provoking questions. I appreciate that her aspiration …
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Throwing out the Welcome Mat Trash talking and trail walking are two unlikely partners that come together out of necessity rather than choice. It’s easy to romanticize nature trail walking. As soon as you enter any green space, whether it’s …
Spring Swamp The swamp was still in spite of the wind, protected by surrounding hills and trees. Snowmelt had raised the water level and the surface was still, a mirror reflecting back on itself. A fallen log at one end …
Her parents saw the magnolias first, but perhaps she sensed the ancient calling from across the park at the same time. A vague sense in the beginning, attracted by the flagrant beauty of the tree in full bloom. The delicate …
I knew that trusting the trail markers would get me to one of my favorite benches. Only as I approached it, it felt like it had been moved. Something felt off. This land on Honeywood Ridge had a story for …