A Northern Flicker flying away from the watering h…
A Northern Flicker flying away from the watering hole. 
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the night's hoofs [or two points of light in the darkness]
Yesterday, I was telling my teenage daughter about having learned to say no to people that weren’t the right fit. I told her there was a time that I would hold on to something that wasn’t right because I was afraid that something better wouldn’t come along. I said, “I realized that this wasn’t very…
Here's some inspiration for these times: "I have …
Here’s some inspiration for these times: “I have learnt through bitter experience the one supreme lesson to conserve my anger, and as heat conserved is transmuted into energy, even so our anger controlled can be transmuted into a power which can move the world.” “Nonviolence and cowardice go ill together. I can imagine a fully…
Pillow Fort
“Piles” for Everyday Matters Challenge (you can click twice to enlarge) I have been on quite the odyssey over the past year as I’ve been an archeologist for my soul. Part of this process has included a tremendous amount of decluttering. Julie Morgenstern’s book “Organizing from the Inside Out” has been invaluable to me. I’ve…
reframing [pun intended]
Well, kids, I’m 44 and I’ve finally faced the truth that my luscious body is changing a bit. My eyes need some help so I got a pair of reading glasses. I have been avoiding reading books because my eyes get so tired and I LOVE reading so I sucked it up. So why the…
Tuning In
I know that some people really struggle with the concept of being true to themselves as though it is selfish to BE who you came into this world to be or live as you choose. Once we start doing this and are really loving our lives, we are in flow and more of what we…
a wild rose at the field's edge
This is how you change when you go to the orchard where the heart opens: you become fragrance and the light that burning oil gives off, long strands of grieving hair, lion and at the same time, gazelle. You’re walking alone without feet, as riverwater does. The taste of a wine that is bitter and…