Shells, sea grass, fragments of sponge and marine life, this collection of the ocean’s bounty must be a tribute to mermaids. I had to snap a photo. But it was more than my whimsical imagination that compelled me to take the picture. This arrangement has soul. It speaks to me in a way I am not […]
“People who have a hard time receiving choose partners who have difficulty giving.” When these words meet my ear, I stop in my tracks. I am only partially listening to the TV as I wash dishes. Christiane Northrup, leading authority in the field of women’s health and wellness, startles me with her observation. This makes
Finding our unclaimed qualities in others is a tricky path of self-discovery. It takes a level of consciousness that most of us struggle to maintain. How much of what I don’t like about you is also in me? On the other hand, are those tantalizing traits in you, actually untapped gifts within me? Seeing parts
What is the most daring thing you have ever done? Your first answer might be a feat of physical danger. But there is something more daring than bungee jumping or skydiving. Something more courageous than climbing up the side of Mount Kilimanjaro. The most daring thing you will ever do is to be fully authentically
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
There is tension on the tiller as I grip it. Sails snap and then tighten. My family is the crew. We are gliding across Lake Geneva in Wisconsin on a beautiful summer afternoon. Waves break against the bow of our boat as we pass homes dotting the shoreline. It’s been years since we sailed. Yet the
The night is cool and clear, a balmy 72°. Breezes barely ruffle leaves on the maple tree. A soon to be Blue Moon is nudging towards fullness. It will be a second full moon this month. It’s a perfect summer night – almost. The stars are missing. Well that isn’t exactly true. They really
My path back to me often leads through the arboretum. Realizing I am not going to find myself once and for all is a great relief. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of being forever found. Yet, it’s clear life doesn’t unfold that way. And because that’s how it is for me, and
To feel at ease in a hammock is simple. The lake is lapping against the shore. My Journal at hand. Birds are singing. A ropey cocoon enfolds me. Hammock retreats are few and far between for most of us. We are busy. We are always on our way to somewhere as pressing “to do” lists
Many of our Midwestern spring days were twenty degrees hotter than usual. Magnolias that held their buds through the cold winter, couldn’t resist bursting open like pink popcorn. The climbing Hydrangea was already thick and green on the garden fence when the other flowers began to blossom. Daffodils and tulips that waited for months in the frozen earth also appeared earlier than other years.
