The sky above Hydrant Club on a Spring day…
One of the most glorious things about my place of business is laying back in the cool green grass and gazing up to the sky – especially on a day like today when a high, thin layer of clouds...
The sky above Hydrant Club on a Spring day…
One of the most glorious things about my place of business is laying back in the cool green grass and gazing up to the sky – especially on a day like today when a high, thin layer of clouds...
The other morning I woke up just as the sun was stretching its arms and reaching above the horizon. Padding into the living room and curling up on the sofa with my coffee, I gleefully pushed back the blinds to bathe...
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Cradled in indigo sheets, laying sweetly on her back, sending the most gentle of smiles across a sky under which we both dance. Did you look up to see? Did you look up to marvel? Did you look up? I did. Glancing...
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Several days ago I wrote this post noting that I’d been having trouble remembering my dreams. While I’ve not been as diligent about my morning pages as I had hoped, I have been meditating both first thing in the morning as well as another...
It’s probably no coincidence that whenever I take one of those online quizzes that purports to answer the question – if you were a dog, what kind of dog would you be? – that I come up as German Shepherd.
High drive. Focused....
All things happen for a reason.
It’s a phrase bandied about frequently – often when something difficult has happened as a means to help one move through pain or discomfort to a place of reckoning, realization and (hopefully) learning and growth.
When I was 14 years old...
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So strange.
To have something so young so nascent so barely rising from the earth that nonetheless expands to fill a space.
Fresh leaves, young shoots rising and reaching towards the warmth of sun. Encouraged by coaxing, water and attention.
So young, so new and...
As I child I was a voracious reader, consuming books faster than my parents could get them on the shelves that lined most walls of my room. Sadly, today my consumption rate is far surpassed by the magnetic attraction that I seem to...
I have a few little ditties marinating at the moment – a rant/open letter to the founders of Airbnb in the aftermath of what I saw as a relatively disastrous presentation by Joe Gebbia at FailCon earlier this week; another one about my experience running...