February Snow

On a recent trek to the park, I watched families sled down a small but slick slope.  It was fun to see parents cheering on their children.  One little girl with bright pink cheeks had a death grip on the edges of her snow disc as she screamed all the way down the hill.  She ran back up shouting, “That was TERRIFYING!  Let’s do it again!” 

One Little Word – Zest, 2025

I keep thinking about the perfect word as my touchstone for 2025.  In the past, I’ve chosen: remember, purpose, and settle.  Those are important words and they kept me set on a definite path the last three years.  This year, I searched for a word that would reflect who I am now at the beginning of 2025, at the precipice of my 69th year. 

Journey to the Land of Wild Blueberries

I know Maine is renowned for its lobster, and I do enjoy that treat dipped in drawn butter.  I confess, I’d like almost anything if it was dipped in melted butter. But on this trip I focused on the blueberries.  Even though in late August the wild blueberries are gone,  I marveled at all the wild blueberries bushes that line the trails.  They seemed to grown everywhere.  

Small Wonders

I am constantly attuned to the little things stirring: the beetle, the butterfly, the inch worm, and the ladybug. I sit and watch them, meditating, slowing my breath, taking in all they have to teach me. I want to learn their ways. I want to be completely in their world even for a moment. When I become them, I become more myself.