“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
– Lao Tzu
Every year in early October I retreat from my normal activities for 3 days. I do this to honor my mother who was born on October 4 and died on October 6. During my retreat I disconnect from the outside world. I make curry pumpkin soup from scratch. Chopping, simmering, straining, tasting shapes the rhythm of my day. In the early years my retreat time was spent grieving.
Now, seventeen years later, I feel my mother’s love nurture me as I nurture myself.
“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
– George McDonald
On September 21, the fall equinox, I spent time in the company of friends in ceremony. Good friends and family are important in my life. We relish the time we get to spend together laughing, eating and telling stories.
These are the folks I rely on to help me when I am sick and care for me when I am dying. My husband and I do not have children to lean on in times of difficulty. We must plan, figure out who is best suited for the various jobs, and ask for help.
I welcome the “dog days” of summer as Sirius shines brightly in the night sky. For me, this is a time of rest after a busy summer of teaching. The hot days encourage me to take it easy and reflect on where I have been and where I am going. I push the pause button on my life to take time for myself.
Time is such an interesting concept.
We humans depend on time to measure our lives, regul...
I had the good fortune to be in San Francisco last month to see Hamilton the musical. What an experience! I still have the music swirling in my thoughts throughout the day. The play is based on the life of Alexander Hamilton who was killed in a duel at the age of 47. His wife Eliza Hamilton spent the rest of her life trying to tell his story.
The musical reminded me that we rarely have the opportunity to shape the narrative of our lives after we are gone.
“Let the sun shine, let the sun shine in, the sun shine in…”
~ Aquarius, Hair
I am house sitting for friends this month. Their house is perched on the summit of a hill overlooking Boulder Valley. The view is spectacular. More wondrous is the number of birds that flit by, offering a tune or a flash of color.
This morning, I was entertained by a host of adventurers going about their day. Robins chirped at the top of spruce trees. A Rufous-sided Towhee scrambled through a bush offering a flick of his tail feathers as he sang a sweet song. A Red-tailed Haw...
As April showers bring May flowers so too does a terminal diagnosis bring surprising gifts.
When time is limited we have the urge to reconnect with long lost friends. Seeking forgiveness or asking for forgiveness becomes a necessity, not a luxury. We choose to go on a bucket list adventure. I find my clients who know they are dying are frank in their speech and honest in their assessment of the situation.
Confronting death brings us to attention. It is a time to be fully alive.
Today, when I was walking my dog Jude, I passed two blooming plum trees. I was filled wit...