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The goodness of showing up…….

  I have begun to question thoughts that bring me pain. No matter how noble they sound. Especially generational and cultural thought patterns. here is one I heard all the time growing up and even these days – A long resume does not put you in a good light. It

morning walk shenanigans

Since we moved back to the country, I have started each morning with a walk. My daily walk is a walking meditation, a steadfast ritual to get my body moving, get some fresh air into my lungs, and to grab some time just to be out there, with myself, with

The ever open door…..

Doorways and openings are symbolic structures that have great significance in our daily lives. Moving through difficulties or challenges, entering into new spaces and opportunities, leaving sadness, loss, a broken heart – doors and openings provide the transition point to change. Travel led me to discover and develop a love

Rivers of Life

The Oxbow by Thomas Cole – 1836 I want to share something beautiful with you today. I was watching a show about the extraordinary animals, epic landscapes, and remarkable people who live alongside three iconic rivers – the Amazon, the Nile and the Mississippi. What particularly interested me are the

The world in stitches

2020 was the year I took on cross-stitch again.  I had done a lot of it a few years ago but then most of my stitching was mainly black work. Cross-stitch is making a huge come back.  I have heard of so many people who stitched years ago that are

Tangle to Untangle?

When was the last time any of you picked up a paintbrush or a coloring pencil? Maybe it’s been a while, but what about the last time you doodled in your notebook during a meeting? Most of us, when we think of art, tend to think it’s not for us.

A sun-above-the-cloud moment

Most of us have been on a flight to somewhere on a cloudy day. As the plane takes off, the skies are dark and overcast. Slowly, we gain altitude and enter the clouds, dense and opaque on the inside. And then, in the next instant, we break through the cloud

Life Lessons

My earliest memory of painting by numbers is from when I was around 13. The Sunday edition of the newspaper would carry a children’s section and I would spend all morning painting. The thought of seeing the image appear as if by magic, is a very vivid one. For the