Each day I rise early. It’s not particularly a habit, it simply is the way my body works. There is a quiet moving from our master bedroom and I creep past our children…now teenagers rooms and smile as I still love to watch them sleep. I love to go in and kiss their forehead, but…
Making It Mine
The Garden Begins…
Every year it is a tradition that about the first of May I figure out that the garden isn’t ready and yet I want one. There’s a good bit of hullaballoo with the teenagers a few hurried trips for plants and seeds, and then…eventually after much complaining, rhetoric and upheaval sighs… we all give in…
The bloom of loving self…
.A dear friend and I were discussing the needs of an organization. She was impressed with the lack of self care focus from the team she was experiencing. The observation was “none of this group is selfish or out for self.” I disagreed with the premise that self could not be a part of the…