The Lawn is Green
The lawn is turning green. The lilacs are blooming and filling the air with their beautiful fragrance. The skies are clear. And I am thankful. Last week I was panicked about the lawn, thinking I surely killed the seed and…
Category Reaching Your Dreams
Waiting for a New Green Lawn
I am thankful. I am grateful for so much. Yet, I found myself feeling so depressed this week. Why? We re-seeded our lovely back yard and I’m looking forward to a beautiful green lawn. But it appears I may have…
Let Go
This week I share with you Tip #10 from Ten Self-Care Tips: Looking for Sane Practices in Times of Insane Demands – Know when to let go. Not everything is meant to last. Some activities—and some people—enter our lives. They…
Keep Learning
This week I share with you Tip #9 from Ten Self-Care Tips: Looking for Sane Practices in Times of Insane Demands – Keep Learning. Learning keeps our minds young and agile. It supports our ability to adapt, to be creative,…
Ah, To Be Great
This week I had reason to revisit a book I read in the early 2000s – Good to Great, Why Some Companies Make the Leap and Others Don’t. It’s a book that has always stayed in my mind, but I…
My Bougainvillea is Blooming!
I love the crisp vibrant flower of the bougainvillea. I love that it reminds me of Mexico, and of Southern California. Living in the Pacific Northwest, I thought my bougainvillea days were over until I saw some for sale at…
Some Things are Worth the Wait
This week my day lilies blossomed. I think I appreciate them so much more because day after day after day I would get up in the morning, go out back to see if they’d opened yet . . . but…
Strength with Style
In recent years I’ve taken up the practice of jotting down phrases and lines that come to me while I’m out and about. If I don’t, I’ll forget them. That doesn’t worry me much because it’s not like I actually…
Firewalk, Anyone?
So I was reading someone’s account of doing the ‘firewalk’ at an event with motivational speaker Tony Robbins. The ‘firewalk?” you ask? Yes, it’s the ritual of walking over hot coals . . . barefoot. To answer your next question…
Sitting at the Railroad Changing Station
I feel like I’m at a railroad changing station. I used to live close enough to the railroad yard to know what that sounds like. Late at night I hear the screeching brakes, high pitched and irritating. That followed by…