Healing In Nature

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAScurrying up the mountainside, I am insignificant. Sitting atop a boulder, I am at home. I turn my face into sunlight to feel special. I sense the wind encompassing, and the snowfall divine. In nature, I find the most important feeling of all- belonging. I’m not trying to prove anything. I’m not hustling for my worth. I don’t feel tested. There’s no one to judge me. My mind becomes quiet.

When I seek out time in nature, I’m returning home to myself. I access love and acceptance among trees. A cold rock beneath my palm resonates with life. In the forest, I can Just Be. Therein lies the healing.

I want to do more of what makes me feel better. I’m glad to have identified my love of hiking, and grateful for the active meditation it supports.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and the shadows will fall behind you.
Walt Whitman


Snapshots Of Gratitude- Look For The Light

The days begin well, with the sun pouring through windows, warming the wake-up. Then the light slants away, earlier each day, tucking behind the mountains before the afternoon hours are spent. Loneliness creeps in with drafts. I wish warming my heart was as easy as coiling a scarf around my neck.

As Winter approaches, sadness can be palpable. Nature is sending her creatures to rest, and the absence of blooms may remind us of death. During these days it is important to be mindful that moments in darkness help define the moments of light.

Life is always going to be divided into Summer and Winter, day and night. If the darkness feels daunting, the trick is to always look for the light. This is the practice of gratitude.
Sufi Poet Hafiz quote

Exquisitely Human- How Awareness Of Worth Might Change Behavior

Compassion quote on tea bag

A timely message from my afternoon tea

What if we could keep in mind always that we are effortlessly stardust and exquisitely human? How would we change our behavior toward ourselves, toward others, and ultimately, to the cosmos? What if our skin glittered, and our eyes glowed with supernova irises? What if our heart-shields corroded, as sandstone gives way to wind, revealing self-awareness waves? What if our atom walls crumbled, allowing us to feel the pain of everyone we meet? What would life be like if we simply knew ourselves in our highest capacity? How careful we might be.

Snapshots Of Gratitude- The Ritual Of Coffee

It’s the little things. The warm cup of coffee on a cold morning. Going out for a latte with a friend. Trying something new in my mug. The ritual of coffee is soothing. It reminds me of sitting with my Grandma, and my Mom. I am grateful for the ritual of coffee.

Autumn Coffee Collage Gratitude

I have a Pinterest board dedicated to the ritual of coffee. Enjoy!

Fallen – The Beauty Of Autumn

tree at Red Rocks

If given a chance
I’d lie under this tree
Which lives beside a road
That stretches out
Winding and weaving
Around and under
Red Rock monoliths and arches

autumn leaves at red rocks

With spine on asphalt
And eyes wide open
I’d look up into treasure
Waiting until each and every
Paper coin had fallen
Leaving their home limbs
To cover my own

Writing sporadically with the November prompts from Write ALM.

Snapshots Of Gratitude


I am grateful to have known Alethea. I am grateful for her love and kindness, her joy and friendship, her brightness and beauty. I am grateful for all I learned from her zest for life, and her courage at the end. I am grateful she left so many of us with a renewed intention to live life fully, with gusto, with bravery and laughter. I am sad that she is gone. I am grateful she is free.

Heal by Tom Odell

Light A Candle

Farewell, October
You seem quite skilled at lending trials
Then zipping off, leaving dizzy-dust

Welcome, November
The Aspens and Poplars have reached their peak
Time for leaves to tumble toward rest

I light a candle
While fixing my gaze on shortening days
Seeking shelter for enduring long, cold nights

Keep a little fire burningNovember WriteALM creative prompts are here.

I Seek You In The Sunrise

When I woke this morning, I reached for my phone, knowing already that you had gone.
I curled up in bed, sharing words with our friends, and let my tears soak the pillow.
I pulled on my old bathrobe and moved to the window.
I lifted the shade and waited for The Hidden Star.

Sunrise 10-31-14

As She rose, I spoke:

Come on up
And catch me square in the face
Bring your light
To chase away shadows

Make me blink
Unable to glimpse your full beauty
Glorious Starshine,
Warm up my life



My friend Alethea flew away last night. Her light remains.