Remembering storms whose names have spawned headlines and headaches, headstones and heartache, hardships and heroism. And wondering, why do we have to name storms after people? Why not use diseases or the periodic table? Or colors?

The strawberry lemonade from Mockingbird Cafe is a drink that instantly transports you back to childhood summers, all reminiscent of church picnics, sunburns and innocence.

Check out the article in Bloomberg Businessweek and prepare to feel a little better about being scatter-brained right now (or at least a little more normal…I did).

Now is a good time for listening, and learning.
I hear you. #BlackLivesMatter

Physical isolation and all of the uncertainty brought about by Covid-19’s impact to our entire existence is the new normal, and it’s time to rejoin the social world.

This whimsical little white gazebo on a golf course doesn’t get much mainstream gazebo action.

Winter will make way for spring, in many ways.

My lost loved ones were in this sky, whispering a gossamer goodbye.

Paperwhites don’t know anything about this sad month with no major celebrations.

On a solo visit to the wonderful Museum of Edinburgh, I spent some time in the courtyard and caught these pigeons courting.

Practicing mindfulness, I really looked at this bird house when I came upon it in a friend’s yard. What would it look like to a bird?

In our louder and louder world, says sound expert Julian Treasure, “We are losing our listening.”

Seagulls and brown pelicans in Bay St. Louis give me a lesson in mindfulness reminiscent of Thoreau’s experience at Walden

Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.

I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.

It’s time to transition from the frenzy of getting everything done to the fullness of seasonal reflections.

The bike was poised and ready to go, an analog transporter waiting in the Gulf Coast sun to take someone somewhere.

A homemade meal, a bottle of wine, and a great conversation. It was a perfect little party for three – my niece, her partner and me.

Observations from a taxi window in London. Hop in with me and share the journey of a sad discovery.

A gorgeous, fiery sun merging with the horizon while it generously backlit the clouds and turned the evening sky into a work of art deserving of a haiku.