Gaia’s Heartbeat

It is my habit to enjoy an early morning walk, usually a circular path that takes me around the neighborhood, over the bridge, and down to the creek . I listen to the song birds, the chirring squirrels, and the water as it tumbles over the rocks before flowing downstream. Ducks, herons, mink, beaver. I’ve seen a variety of wildlife …

Riddle Me Gratitude

As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. I was reminded of that clever nursery rhyme as I was walking in the woods where I met a man with two dogs. They saw me before I saw them. The man stepped to the side of the trail and commanded his dogs, “Sit!” As I …

A Language Of JoY

Have you ever learned a new language? Perhaps you studied French in high school or took night classes in Italian, preparing for that Mediterranean cruise. Maybe you learned Dothraki to impress your friends. Still, others may speak the language of astronomy – Dobsonian, Parallax, Messier objects. Or the language of medicine – infarction, stenosis, sepsis. When I studied homeopathy, it …

Redefine ‘Right Time’

Waiting for that important message or critical info at that right time and place? Instead, reexamine what that right time really is. Synchronicities are moments of “meaningful coincidence”, often described as being in the right place at the right time or meeting the right person at the right time. Synchronicities are also defined as energies that align with purpose. When …

Remain Childlike

Remain Childlike

Today, while out on my morning walk, I acted like such a child! You see, I saw the city truck and the noisy machine, and I got soooo excited! SOMETHING was about to happen! Yes, I was jumping with curiosity. And then that little voice in my head said, “Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” “But I’m just curious. I’m …

Allow Yourself

Allow Yourself

It was the first day of the year. Three hours into the New Year. The party was over. The revelers had all gone to sleep. The moon was full and truly did give the luster of midday on the breast of snow. Finally, I was alone with the quiet. (Broken only by the sounds of my husband’s snoring. Alas, so …

The Art of Waiting

The Art of Waiting

Waiting. Tick, tock. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Tick tock. Tick tock. You feel like you are in limbo. In between the letting go of one thing and the having of another. You feel restless. Slightly anxious. There’s a nagging within and tension in the gut that won’t go away. You try not to notice it when you go to sleep. Yet …