A poem for people you love who are in pain.
These images are from a photo safari I undertook this week in Jefferson, Colorado, in between intense empathy and hand-wringing.
I’m fascinated by the dandelion; such a temporal thing it is. Transient, and yet tenacious, it grows, blooms, morphs, and flies away, above the fray, to plant seeds (and a new life) somewhere else.
Today, on Labor Day, I’m thinking of the many people I know who are laboring or heavy-laden, and I pray for them to find respite, peace, healing, comfort and support.
Our fence posts seemed to be a set of crosses with a message: Spring is here, the tomb is empty, and resurrection, rebirth and new growth are real.
Each of us has the opportunity to positively impact others by the way we live and act on our values.
A pair of new studies show how birds improve our wellbeing, adding to a growing body of evidence that avians are an antidote to our despair.
“Hamlet Was Wrong!” Source: Malcolm Gladwell’s 3-Word Reminder to Stop You from Overthinking This quick read is provocative and inspiring in a time of uncertainty.
The backstory for this (hopefully) enigmatic haiku is a tale of a search through my photo library.
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).
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.