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.

Bay St. Louis has sun, sand, sea and serenity galore. It was everything we thought it would be, and more.

Still Life: Seashells with Shellac on a Paper Bag.

Reflections on an open mind, a growth mindset and an open heart. An open heart is the hardest.

A beautiful Mississippi sunset deserves a haiku.

This haiku is for every extraordinary woman who sometimes needs affirmation.

A poem by Gordon Parks speaks of curiosity, wonder, celebration of life and nature, and the awesome, simple, dead-on-target mindfulness of children.