Sometimes we leave a place or a thing only to discover that it really had become home to us. It can be a job or a relationship. It can be a house or a community. The places that we find we belong a
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Building something new requires that life gets messy for a while
Whether just starting something new or in the middle of the process, the mess is inevitable. Building something new requires that life gets messy for a while; however the benefit of the end result
What are you counting: the good or the difficult?
This is an important truth of which to be reminded. There is goodness and mercy available to us all the days of our lives. It’s all about the perspective we have and whether we are counting the g
Do you ever think, “This is too hard, I quit!”?
This blog is being written later than usual because I felt like I didn’t have anything positive to share. Hiding, disengaging, and running away felt safer, easier and more appealing.
Let the words roll like water off a duck’s back
Interestingly, a duck has a gland near its tail that secretes a wax-like, oily substance. As the duck uses its bill to spread the substance over its feathers, it creates a water-resistant coating.
Be open to wild grown love
I planted a wild flower garden last summer. It was exotic and beautiful. It was wild and unruly.
Sometimes life feels a bit like snow.
Sometimes life feels a bit like snow. At times it can be light and fluffy. Other times it can feel sharp and biting. It’s beautiful when it is a freshly fallen pristine white. The glimmer is mesm
Happiness is an Equation
Have you ever heard of the happiness equation? Yep, that’s right. There’s an equation for happiness. If you don’t believe me, just google it and you’ll find a couple. The one I was introduc
Posture and Mindset Matter
My son reminded me that the posture and the mindset is important. When doing a squat, he told me to look up and to think about “exploding upward.” Trust me, there was no exploding happening wit
The Crucible of Winter
Winter is a time to slow down, hibernate, lay dormant, and rest. Its darkness permeates more of my waking hours, while its crisp air makes magical frost on trees. Sometimes, I resist the gifts of w