inSpirations and inSights on my pebbled garden path…
I've just returned from a smooth jazz festival in Cancun. Based on the line-up, I knew the music would be excellent but I hadn't counted on it raining every day.  This could have ruined a beach vacation but instead restored my hope in humankind. Moving the outdoor stage indoors due to the rain created extremely …
Driving home this evening with the moon roof open and windows down, I was still savoring a glorious day with an old friend. Kicking off the afternoon in her favorite gardening center and seeing new varieties of trees and plants made my spirits soar. I learned that the tree I noticed on my walks this …
Someone read a poem today. That made me think The winding road is our lives. Many of us reach the same destination. Albeit different ways, Different paths, whys, hows, with different words for the same concept --- a nearly same experience. Isn't that the wonder of our uniqueness yet sameness? We begin a path, a …
When I look, really look at the variety of colors, shades, textures, patterns, sizes, etc., etc., etc., in the garden and mountains beyond, I am stunned. Consider, for just a moment, the endless shades of pink. How does that make you feel?
Plum tree branches heavily laden with raindrops bend toward the ground temporarily obstructing my view of the garden beyond. Like the challenges we face sometimes a relentless tsunami We do not fully understand or see the gifts until widening our perspective. Bend, like the plum tree. Go with the flow. Accept. Spring back. Do …
Driving home on this rainy Saturday evening, the windshield wipers are paragraphs separating my thoughts. I’ve been hand-drumming for 3 hours in a drum circle at the local health food store. Some of the participants I’ve known for decades, others I met today. The face of my friend flashes through my mind. We lunched earlier …
wRighTing My Life 