Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I need to balance the dark with the light, the yin with the yang. This post and poem are gentle and positive.
I spent about ten minutes photographing our Inverness seagull, who I named Nessie (wouldn’t you?), and this was truly a microjoy.
I’m killing the writer’s block beast with brusque, intentional keyboard strokes and this short confessional post.
It started out with cooking and recipes as the Glover Gardens Cookbook and grew into something else, something more, something unexpected.
Cascading collective trauma is the term for what we’re experiencing as we endure seemingly never-ending external events and tragedies.
Walking is like a photosynthesis activity for us, an absorption of what’s out there to help us grow and stay healthy within, and also a process of shedding mental toxins.
Sometimes I realize I’m distracted by the myriad of data and news and trivia (oh my!) that worm their way into my consciousness and need a break from all that external stimuli.
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.
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.