After the Smoke Clears: November Days of Gratitude

The smoke is still pretty thick ’round here, although the rains have come.  We’re used to the Bay Area having fog cascade over the hills like some magical potion pouring out of a steaming mug, but this daily blanket of smoke has not been the same.  Our eyes have watered; we’ve coughed; our voices have…

Just a Blog Away: Fishermen and Poets

There is so much creativity and wonder out there in the blogging world and I need to grab more of it in 2018.  That’s one of my goals for the new year. I don’t make resolutions because resolutions are notoriously bad at holding up over time. Goals, though, are doable. Specific. They can be tracked…

November Days of Gratitude: A blogging commitment

I just noticed that my little blog has 100 followers.  100!  I know . . . some of you are thinking, seriously? She’s excited about 100 followers? I remember when I taught first grade we would count the days until the 100th day of school.  It was a big deal for a big number.  100…

A Photo a Day: A Tree Mystery

Day #9 We have a large tree outside that, every day for the past month, looks like it has been through a terrible storm — branches and leaves litter our driveway and fall on our cars. Thing is, we’ve had no storms — or wind, for that matter. Meanwhile, our driveway and our cars are…

Summer brain and the start of a new school year

I’m such a cliche.  After having spent the whole week thinking today was my wedding anniversary, I actually looked at the calendar.  It’s tomorrow.  It’s not that I didn’t know the date we got married; it’s that I didn’t know what today’s date was.  I’m blaming it on summer brain. Summer brain is the heavy…

The gifts of 5:00 AM and coffee-cup meditations.

My husband jokes about “burning daylight” if you wake up too late.  I’m less concerned about that than I am about seeing the start of day.  There is something about the quiet beginnings of morning, the way the birds awaken and the sky lightens, that comfort me. It’s a grounding I need, and a space…

What might happen if you had an unshakable faith in the possible?

What might it look like if you had an unshakable faith in the possible? I don’t think that’s as much about “hope” as it is being able to visualize clearly what could happen if . . . We know that research supports this theory of visualization as practice. When we create pictures in our mind’s…

“Give me your worries, Child” Letting Go — and Grace

  Give me your worries, Child Drop them, one by one, into my cupped hands. Name them, call them out for all the worry they’ve thrashed about in your tiny heart. Give me your worries, Child; Each one will rest in my care, Relax your heart from the wear and tear. I will hold each…