Remembering 


So many moments I swore I’d never forget. When did they slip away?

Friends faces,

The smell of a lover’s skin,

The anguish of a first love lost.

The enchantment of watching The Nutcracker Suite live for the first time. 

Perhaps not lost, just momentarily misplaced.

Welcome back dear friends

Always hope

It’s so easy to lose hope with all that is happening right now. 

To feel abandoned and alone.

And then you discover a kindred soul also in search of hope.

With hope we will survive 

Stitching a life

It is in the small moments,

Blue skies, blooming roses,

Dark chocolate,

The gentle pat on the back from a friend,

Mixed with service to others, Monday morning blahs, and gut wrenching heartbreak that all come together to create a life of meaning and joy.

Oh, and fresh strawberries eaten in the sunshine 

Shed the bad

Sometimes we get so caught in remembering the hurt people have inflicted on us we lose sight of everything else.

I’d rather spend my time remembering the honey sweet strawberries 🍓 eaten yesterday than the meanness lobbed my way over the years

Fresh strawberries are just starting to appear

 🍓❤️

What will you do

Everything we do has a ripple effect. 

For making things good.

For creating harm.

For building someone up or 

crushing them like an insignificant bug.

Which side of history (even your tiny corner of history) do you want to be on?

What is your legacy?

Hopefully my legacy is one of hope

Joy in life


During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha 

Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids. 

Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful 

Create always


If artists only showed their best art.

If singers only performed when their voices were sublime. 

If pianists only went on stage when they had perfected their craft.

Sing, dance, make imperfect art.

Every.

Damn.

Day.

Start now.

We can all create beauty.

For ourselves and everyone who lost their way

Fight or surrender 

For the past fourteen years I have had a rare blood disorder.  

Sometimes it is in remission and life sails along. Sometimes it’s an annoyance and sometimes it’s dangerous. 

Recently I had to step away from visiting my favorite place on earth, Lake Tahoe, because my health was too precarious.  

Logical choice though a bit heart breaking. 

These are the moments when you get to choose to fight or surrender and sometimes surrendering means you get to fight another day. 

Eat desert first

Listen


Are you listening to what your being is telling you?

Are your words and actions in sync?

Are you out of integrity with your Values?

Might be time for a tune up.