The Intentional Pursuit of Big Dreams
I love this time of year. For many reasons. One big part of this is that it is a time of transition. Transition into the cozy months (my favorite). Pulling close what is most dear to me in a snuggly hibernation. Back to school energy. That feeling that a new version of myself might be... Continue Reading →
Some days, it feels impossible. Like there is no right answer. No good answer. No path. We look down the tunnel but cannot see the light. In these moments, we have to trust that following the thread, however thin and delicate, will lead to the highest good. Trust the journey, if you will.When I was... Continue Reading →
We came home. To the end. Of the world. The long-awaited completion of the Lego masterpiece was thwarted. Ruined. Disaster. One solitary piece. Right in the middle of this labor of love. Misplaced. And, worse, its creator was far past the edge of exhaustion. Emotions ran high. Devastation cut to the... Continue Reading →
I dream of days cozied up by the fire, watching the fall leaves change. Inspiration enveloping me as I delight in flow and write away the day in euphoric, creative bliss. Taking breaks only to enjoy hugs, cuddles and apple cider. But…not today. Today, we carry the wood for that fire. In fact, it has... Continue Reading →
My mom is a math teacher. A beloved one, at that. And I am the beneficiary of her brilliance and passion. Perhaps not surprisingly, I am good at math. Yet, I was an English major... While math sees the world through hard numbers, rules and predictable formulae with exclusively right and wrong answers, I see... Continue Reading →
“Don’t doubt yourself, Mom.” Head tilted over the railing of his top bunk, sandy blond hair flopping on his suntanned forehead (did we remember sunscreen this week???), he said this with a grounded, matter of fact knowing as he looked down at me, curled-up on the lower bunk, tear escaping down my cheek. It was... Continue Reading →
“And indeed there will be time” – T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock January came and I imagined the year ahead, as I sometimes do. I know we’re supposed to stay in the present moment. And, I try. But, my imagination is just so darn tempting sometimes. I looked to spring. And... Continue Reading →
Earlier this year, we went to the mountains for a long weekend away. There’s something about the energy. And, also, the magical promise of snow. Of peace. We snuggled in for a cozy weekend and delighted in all it had to offer, including dinner at one of our favorite spots. By the time we headed... Continue Reading →
The theme of this Women’s History Month is “Celebrating Women Who Tell Our Stories.” It encourages “recognition of women, past and present, who have been active in all forms of media and storytelling including print, radio, TV, stage, screen, blogs, podcasts, and more” and “honors women in every community who have devoted their lives and... Continue Reading →
Some days, we are running so hard and so fast that it gets hard to connect to the source. Things start to feel glitchy and slow. Disconnected. Disorienting, even. Perhaps we’re so in it. Or carrying so much we don’t know how to unload. Holding things tightly (again!). Too much happening. Pulled in multiple directions. ... Continue Reading →