Goldfinch’s color is changing ever so slightly as he moves from summer’s bright yellow to flaxen in autumn. By the time the snow falls, he’ll be olive-gray. That same toning down starts to happen to me as hoodies come out of the closet and firewood is stacked by the backdoor. Subtle changes are obvious in […]

It started with a rainbow. Well, that’s not quite right. What is the starting point in any event that you have experienced? Was it a childhood dream? An idea that flashed through your young girl mind? Or did it start in the Costco parking lot in Manitou Springs, Colorado. There, in an SUV filled with

Don is in the basement working on his model railroad layout. I just awoke from a midday nap. The house is still. Outside the distant rumble of a jet lets me know life continues to have deadlines, boarding passes and schedules. Not me. A soft overstuffed chair hugs me. A summer blanket warms me. We

“Who, who, who are you?”   The question comes from an owl in a nearby tree. It seems to be speaking to me as I pick up my pen and begin my early-morning journaling. The owl’s question reminds how hard it’s to be one’s self. Yet there is really no other choice. Harder still, is

Eight women sit in a circle. The rattle, that we use as a talking stick, lays in the center of the circle. This is the last day of four-day retreat. Soon one of us will reach for the rattle and speak. The closing ceremony will begin with her words. For now, we sit in deep

Our kitchen is my center of gravity. Changing it seemed like a bad idea even though Don repeatedly said it needed updating.  Then the refrigerator failed. I could no longer deny it was time.  Cabinets disappeared. Sink and appliances were carted off to new homes. Anticipation bubbled. Excitement gave way to impatience as every room

How are you going to be in 2017?   Not what will you do or what will you have.   How will you be?   Most New Year’s resolutions are about what we will do.   “I will start doing thirty minutes of exercise three times a week. I will eat less and move more.” Money,

Fake Wakes is a business I’ve considered starting.  Its mission: To encourage telling friends and family how much they mean to us while they are alive.  Company Motto: Tell them now. Too many of us save up all the best comments about loved ones to finally deliver at their funerals.  It makes me wonder, “Is

 Golden Shadows are gifts and talents that we have not fully owned. An easy way to discover your Golden Shadow is to ask yourself this question: Which reoccurring complements do I often push away with my words?   Examples:   Complement: You’re so creative. Response: No, I really am not. Compliment: You’re a great organizer.