To find your balance, master the art of gratitude.
I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
Nature tells stories. It is alive with the history and human conversations which passes through it.
My gold is woven in possibilities and endless patterns of emerging change.
A few months ago my twenty-one year old son and his friends invited me to go hiking. "Oh, hell yes!" I responded with excitment. Nature is one of my many loves. I rubbed my hands together gleefully. How cool these youngsters want an oldie but goodie like me along. "Now, mom," my son advised, "this … Continue reading Why “Push Through” Can Be An Illusion