Recently I was part of a group of people that had an opportunity to write about their wildest dreams for the world. Imagine taking a few minutes each day to make this a part of your life. Or if everyone did. One wildest dream that came up for me was peace and love among all...
Posts Tagged ‘ spring ’
Come on now
Spring isn’t what I expected this year. Turns out I’m not alone. It’s been like this for a few years in a row too. So you’d think maybe we would expect it to be like this. But it takes a long time to get the feeling of a season into your bones and then,...
Yo mama!
My mother Lena was a beauty. We called her Leaping Lena. A few months back I believe I teased that I would share how she got that name. But I can’t do that today. It’s Mother’s Day after all and that wouldn’t be right. I do miss my mom. For all of us that...
Dancing with the wind
Let’s talk about our connection to the planet. Let’s make it to the continent. Draw it back to the country you’re in, then the state and county and smaller area and so on. It’s time to know where you live. Oh, you already do. Then look around and see what’s good and not so...
Silent spring
I will ask for forgiveness now. Do my mea culpas and move on to a few topics, then braid them, and leave the area before anyone knows it was me. First, everyone should thank Rachel Carson for whatever part of her soul journey that decided to bring her to our planet. Her book Silent...
Hasta la via
Until hastas pulse out of the ground the oak and other tree pollen will cover everything. Hastas grow from thought forms. They are not there the night before and the next day they are six inches tall. A lot of plants are like that in spring. Before anything else, spring is an idea. The...
Carabiner, or everything is connected
Molly is under the blankets. The rain is hitting the roof with that round comforting sound. This is one of those charmed moments when life is as grand as it can be. Isn’t it amazing that we live in a time when everyone is so aware of all the connections in the world? I...
salt marsh
This soft spring I went down the trail to the place where the turtle’s head opened the water, where two Baltimore orioles threaded through the scrub pines on either side of the black pond. Just off the highway, it was quiet except for the wind brushing the pine needles. The ocean was only a...
Spring is exhausting
I keep telling my cats that spring is exhausting. As if they ever listen. When Stoner was around I would warn her. Days and days ahead of the actual event I would tell her to remember how completely exhausting it was, try to remember and so on. Nothing doing. Running from window to window,...
Interval training – another look
It used to be you would just watch Jack Lalanne juice fruits and vegetables. He would praise the power of sardines and he was one of the first to wear athletic clothing as a mainstay. All of that never did work out into my psyche as a way to inculcate regular aerobic exercise or...
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