My posts are personal reflections on being mindful, inspired and curious.
“To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere, without moving anything but your heart.” Phyllis Grissim-Theroux – The other day I waited in my parked car outside the post office in a nearby village waiting for it to open. Adjacent to me was a truck loading mail. Just as the truck driver
“As soon as we leave the urban condition behind us, we confront newness and the profoundly unfamiliar. “ Rem Koolhaas As I drove home from the end of my first women’s only slow travel tour this year, I thought to myself that youth is not a prerequisite for adventure. Originally, this tour was sold out,
“Authenticity is a collection of choices that we have to make every day. It’s about the choice to show up and be real. The choice to be honest. The choice to let our true selves be seen.” – Brené Brown It’s not the wrinkles or gray hair, it’s the death of 4 friends this past
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the
“We will not save what we do not love.” Thomas Berry – A few weeks ago I received an email from a friend who signed off, “ Miss you and life as we knew it.”, meaning when our lives return to normal. But what is the normal everyone seems to want to go back to?
We are each other’s, harvest. We are each other’s business. We are each other’s magnitude and bond. Gwendolyn Brooks – During the Middle Ages most villages had three fields of farmland. At any given time, two of the fields grew crops while the third lay fallow. The fallow fields would be rotated every year because
“In the very end, civilizations perish because they listen to their politicians and not their poets.” Jonas Mekas – It is hard to think about the political, humanitarian, and environmental challenges facing us and our planet and not hover somewhere between optimism and despair. But there has never been a time in history that has
Gascony is never more beautiful than in October. The grapes have been harvested. Corn and sunflower stubble fill vast fields, and winter wheat has been planted in deep-brown ochre soil, ted to perfection like enormous Zen gardens that stretch to the horizon. Life in the Gers is simple, profound and real, linked to the seasons
“Rituals are the formula by which harmony is restored.” Terry Tempest Williams – As a sea of autumn clouds began to slowly gather over the Pyrenees and roll down to the valley below, I took my ritual visit to a new village, a weekend drive to St. Seve. The village crowns a hill overlooking the
