Perspective

The trees are crying today. At least looking through a rain-drenched window makes it appear that way. Our perspective always colors our reality. Monday #beautynearme

Connection is contagious. When I see it, I smile. Monday #beautynearme is brought to you by my parents (their connection with each other) and my grandson (his connection to his creativity). It evokes gratitude. So much gratitude. When we intentionally look for connection, even if looking on from a distance, our hearts are warmed. The cold of…

Fall-ing

It’s seems so vulnerable to see the leaf release from the tree and at the mercy of the wind.  Do you ever feel like that? Like you’re a leaf that’s just been released from the tree, just swirling, vulnerable, journeying to someplace unknown? I’m so glad change doesn’t separate us from beauty. And even more…

Blue Sky Kindness

Kindness lingers, like flower blossom aromas wafting down the country lane, slowly winding it’s way, finding us. To see kindness lived amidst harshness, kindness given in return for ill-will, kind-heartedness lived authentically because one is “being” instead of doing, is to see heroism and bravery. It’s a slow, laborious role. Kindness speaks in lingering fashion,…

RECEIVE

It may be old and rusty, worn and faded but it can still receive. (So can we.) If we’re willing and open, we might be surprised at what makes its way into our life. RECEIVE #beautynearme

The Color of Stillness

I love the sunsets that have me darting my eyes in every direction so I can take it all in… but tonight I was anchored in one spot, looking in one direction, mesmerized. I saw and felt the color of stillness. The unassuming gradation soothed and made my eyes and ears take a backseat. My…

Babies Know More Than They Can Remember

  We’re in KC spending time with our daughter and her family and we welcome a new little grand love into the world. As I hold this new little angel, I dream about the possibilities  of her life. As I watch our little “almost 2” year old grandson play, I realize he has no memories of…

The Roses Made Me Do It

  I’m trying to curb the habit of apologizing. (gasp) I know. I know. Apologies are menders, fixers, peace-makers. I agree. But sometimes we apologize not because we’ve done something wrong, but because we’re different or seen as odd or strange. Sometimes we (I) live in an apologetic mindset because we don’t value who we are and what we…

Summer Storm

There is something soothing about a summer rainstorm. The warmth of the air as it joins the cool water drops emit a very distinct earthy aroma. The dark clouds contrast the sliver of blue sky that remains. It looks like the mountains are welcoming the drink. It feels like we are receiving just exactly what…