On July 4th, we looked up to see this beautiful arc of multi-colored light crossing the sky. I’ve never seen such a powerful rainbow. One couldn’t but smile in awe, becoming filled with a sense of hope, power and joy. Yes, there are rainstorms and thunder, but there are also rainbows that inspire the imagination.
Last week the weather was beautiful. I could feel the earth breathe a collective sigh and release as warmth and sun greeted the mountains. It energized my whole being for the first big hike of the season. Sunday was my birthday, and I told my friends that hiking was how I wanted to celebrate during
I kept writing stuff and throwing it away this week. Nothing landed inside me. So, here it is 10:30 on Wednesday night and the only word that keeps resonating as we roll into this most uncertain and unpredictable of summers is the word kindness – kindness to ourselves in terms of self care, rest and
Anyone who knows me well knows how much I live through myth, smiling each morning as I walk in the woods, breathing in Narnia. And genes must run deep as I can’t begin to count the number of times my sons have read or watched Lord of the Rings. Myths give us heroes, stories, and
We all have patterns and pictures in our mind of how things work. And some of those patterns have been generations in the making. We use them to more easily flow through our day. Think what a challenge it would be to relearn brushing our teeth every morning. The challenge is that the more we
Twenty years ago, while getting my masters at Harvard Kennedy School, I participated in a small group seminar course called “Race and Poverty” facilitated by renowned sociologist William Julius Wilson. Each week, we would meet for three hours and have a discussion on the causes and roots of poverty (based on reading and analysis from
Yesterday my fifth and youngest child graduated from high school. How is it that we wake up one day and somehow thousands of days have passed? We all come into this world with our journeys ahead of us – some easier, some harder. My daughter entered the world over 2 months early weighing 4 lbs.
Okay, time to confess. I binged watched all five seasons of Outlander (which takes place in the mid 1700s in Scotland, France and America) over these last three months. From 10pm-midnight I was rapt, on my computer while tucked in my bed (exciting life I lead, I know). And when I wasn’t watching Outlander before
I typically think of myself as pretty even keeled – an optimistic realist. So, it’s been interesting for me to observe the wide swings in moods I’ve felt lately (and that’s a euphemism). I’ve been trying to figure out the specific triggers and the internal behaviors that deepen the tumble. Here’s my insights and a
The other day my mom asked, “Do you still make your bed every day?” “Yes,” I replied. She laughed and said, “It’s pretty amazing. You’ve always made your bed. Me too,” she said. We talked about how important this 2-minute ritual is to give us structure, focus and clarity at the beginning of our day.
For the first time in six months, we here in the mountains are basking in temperatures above 60 degrees. The sun invited a collective breath of joy and gratitude. I put away my down jacket and dusted off my t-shirt and shorts. I walked barefoot in the grass and lay down in a field, looking
I live in a place where natural wildfires are an essential part of the cycle of life. Over time, mature pines grow tall and dense, not allowing enough light in for the smaller trees below. As they age, they also become dry and brittle. When lightning strikes, these older trees become powerful fuel to ignite