Tag Archives: spirituality

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I don’t know about you, friend, but I never figured out the answer to that question. It makes me even wonder if this question has any validity. As Americans, we change jobs a lot. It’s been rumored that we often … Continue reading

Posted in September 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , | 30 Comments

Rumi & back pain

I am finding Rumi gems hither and yon and re-falling in love with this poetry.  As someone with a wee bit of lower back pain this morning, I smiled when accidentally discovering this poem.  Suzi Banks Baum sent it to … Continue reading

Posted in September 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , | 43 Comments

Missing it

Sometimes I truly miss my year-long outdoor blog commitment.  Some of you may remember Opening the door, Walking Outside.  From Solstice in December, 2008 through December 20, 2009, I spent time outside every day and blogged about it. It proved … Continue reading

Posted in September 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 68 Comments

Hello, mouse & other early morning ponderings

1.  I have nothing to say and should be getting ready for work. 2.  A perfect time to write a blog post! 3.  If, by the time this post ends, the fingers type all nonsense–well, it’s easy enough to delete. … Continue reading

Posted in September 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 64 Comments

What is your purpose?

I saw the first wildflower of spring in our woods this afternoon. A beautiful yellow trout lily peeking out from its nest of dried autumn leaves. I pondered purpose. Did you ever spend hours, days, months, years thinking about your … Continue reading

Posted in May 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 30 Comments

Blessings to all

Yesterday, unexpectedly, several online friends sent notes, emails, Facebook messages. “Where are you?  When are you coming back to blogging?  We miss you.  Are you surviving the winter?” My heart lurched in appreciation for friends who reappeared out of the … Continue reading

Posted in March 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , | 92 Comments

Burn, baby, burn

I.  Stoking the wood stove hour after hour comforts me.  The repetition feels soothing, logs clinking upon logs, flame burning, heat rising. II. Writing sentence after sentence burns the same way inside me.  Joy builds with each unexpected word.  Delight … Continue reading

Posted in February 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 26 Comments