Living Your Ecstasy

  What inspires you? What makes you lose track of time? What makes the demands of life fade and the passion for life and love rush your soul in ecstasy? A moment in dialogue with a child? A gaze upward on a starry night? A horseback ride at sunset? A hike along the forest trail?…

Remembering firsts

  Firsts are amazing, aren’t they? I experienced the first snow of this season yesterday. I admit I’m easily amazed, but the newness of the white covering the ground seems like a clean slate full of possibility and redemption. What firsts do you remember? Do you remember that first taste of coffee? Or seeing your first snowfall?…

Growing Into

  How do we ‘grow into’ connected-ness of life? It feels much like having grandma’s pearls and playing dress-up. Little by little the strand moved up on our chest until they sat perfectly at our neck. So much of life is “growing into”; a momentum and shift, sometimes so slight it isn’t always recognized. Like…

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…

Dual Realities of Life

I give in… as the salt water waves moves in over me, swishing me clean within, while simultaneously the tide rolls out, taking me from where I began; comforting me while carrying me away from the familiar shore. Like the earth spinning but also rotating around the sun, the dual reality of life is punctuated,…

My Dear Daddy

The blessings of a wonderful daddy are so numerous and they keep unfolding like presents throughout my life. Near Father’s Day as I recount the gift of my dad, I always think of those who have had a father but not a daddy. I think of those mourning that their dad’s time on earth seemed too short….

waiting for words

  I erase the words almost as quickly as I pen them. The color of my heart not quite represented in the strokes of black and white. I read it again and shake my head in silent disapproval. Write, re-read, erase and try again. I sit and wait with the shore anticipating the wave. Even the sand is clean…

“This Person Makes Frequent Stops”

I should probably wear a sign that reads , “This Person Makes Frequent Stops” like the big trucks and buses on the road.  I find myself so mesmerized by so many things.  I just have to stop to soak it in fully The sun’s rays through the clouds, sunsets and rainbows, flowers and pretty colored…

Life in the Spruce Trees

The Blue Spruce Trees are quite stately today.  The snow is settled among their branches.  So beautiful is the contrast of white against the dark, but then the sun suddenly shines upon this serene scene and somehow nature has dressed for the Grammy’s~diamonds appear draped, transforming stately into unearthly elegance.  The wind makes it’s entrance…