I surprised a friend recently when I told her that I was hiring someone to do my spring garden clean-up this year. This friend has known me for twenty years, so she knows that in an...
I surprised a friend recently when I told her that I was hiring someone to do my spring garden clean-up this year. This friend has known me for twenty years, so she knows that in an...
A few days ago, visiting Denver’s Botanic Gardens, I encountered my own version of William Blake’s “To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a Wild Flower…” I discovered the...
Greetings! Jumping in on this last day of January, 2023, to let you know how pumped I am for the year ahead. The stage is set for quantum growth! I’ve dropped in the term “quantum growth”...
Whew! We are just one week into 2023 and I can’t believe how quickly my batteries have recharged and refreshed me after my depleting December. Last month’s challenges are such a gift to me...
Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash It seems to me that the quality of our life should concern us far more than the wake or trail we leave behind. If we endeavor to live well, to use our...
Every year I donate a portion of my holiday season art show proceeds to a local non-profit organization that has inspired me in some way over the previous twelve months. This year, the...
Is it my imagination or is this year's fall foliage more vibrant than usual? Here in the mid-Atlantic region, this seems to be the case. Of course, it's also true that whenever we bring...
Photo credit: John Arano via Unsplash "We don't rise to the level of our expectations; we fall to the level of our training."~ Greek poet Archilochus I can’t remember when I first read or...
If you've been following my blog for a while, you may remember my friend Martha Hendricks, author of the blog White Hair Grace. I first introduced her in Meet Who I Want to Be When I Grow...
A human life can have everything—beauty, status, reputation, achievement, all kinds of possessions, but if the imagination is not awakened, all these lack presence and depth.~ John...
Standing on the banks of the Metolius River in central Oregon several months ago, I never would have imagined that this little bird would be such a powerful teacher. I offered this...
It must be strange for a mountain to look at humans and the way they go around, their limbs and eyes blurred by their desire and movement. And their inability to sit still in the one...