There’s a story I’ve always loved. It’s about an old woman, Mrs. Watts, who yearns to go home, back to the farm where generations of her family lived and worked. Her ache to return is so deep, her longing so pure, that it continually occupies her thoughts and dreams. Again and again, she plans and schemes … Continue reading
She noticed me out of the corner of her eye, turned, and said, “Looks like you could use more beets.” It was one of those moments that took me by surprise, because as I made my way around the salad bar the only thing that registered about her was her focus on getting her job … Continue reading
Just Listen. to the wind blowing to rain falling to laughter to stories yearning to be told Just Listen. to the tone of her voice to the catch in her breath to the words she’s saying to all that she holds between those words Just Listen. to her crayons scraping paper to her hands ripping images to her fingers tracing … Continue reading
It all started two summers ago. That was the afternoon I was scanning Tim Krieder’s article, The Busy Trap, when suddenly I noticed I was no longer scanning. I’d slowed down. I was actually reading, which is rare when I’m in front of a screen. I was squirming in my seat a little too, because … Continue reading
From up here, on the crest of the hill, the valley unfolds. It’s dotted with vineyards, roaming cows, charming restaurants and jaunty hills. On a clear day I can see acres of blue sky and on a not-so-clear day it’s good too, the coastal fog rolling in and extending its puffy, dark grasp into the … Continue reading
It’s true what they say: Some things are hidden in plain sight. Although I’ve walked the Kortum Trail at least a dozen times, I’ve never noticed the labyrinth before. My guess is that it’s less than 100 feet from the trail, but if you don’t know it’s there, you’ll probably miss it. This time, I’m so … Continue reading
Forgiveness is very personal. Often a life-long journey. But not an absolute requirement for a whole and happy existence. Everyone applies their own personal meaning to it. What might be forgiveness for one person wouldn’t seem so for another. And that’s okay. There’s no right way to do forgiveness. I think there’s an in-between spot too. Between … Continue reading
You wake with a start and the words are there, formed. Did I dream them, you wonder? (You’re not sure.) All you know for certain is that you’re being called to open your mouth wide and let these words come tumbling out, these words that say so much about how you want to be and … Continue reading
Truth: I can be really good at following the rules. When I was little I couldn’t wait to get up on weekend mornings and rush over to the small park across the street from my suburban home. But my mom had a strict rule about not crossing that street by myself. So she’d take my … Continue reading
I have a confession to make: I’m not exactly a practice person. It’s not that I don’t do things. I walk and write and do yoga. Sometimes I drink a glass of warm water infused with lemon first thing in the morning. I’ve been known to get still and calm with mindfulness meditation. I … Continue reading
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