Sometimes, it’s just so simple

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When you’ve been tussling with something for a long time, you wonder if you’ll ever reach the end. And then something happens. A word or comment. An insight. Simply seeing it from another angle. And there it is. The answer is in plain sight. Yet it wasn’t in plain sight. It wasn’t that we’ve been … Read more

Noticing the rhythms we follow

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Rhythms are around us and in us all the time. From our heartbeat to the cycles of the solar system. They all impact our lives, but the ones we pay attention to shape us the most. What rhythms are you attuned to?

Choosing the long way round

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Picking up the heavy bag of alpaca feed, I had a choice. Climb straight up the steep field and over the fence, or take the track that traversed the hillside. I’m glad I chose the track. It gave me time to unwind from the pace of the day. Time to notice what was going on … Read more

The gift of seeing through your eyes

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Because we often look at the same things as others, we assume that we all see the same. Here’s the thing, we don’t. And if we think about it, we can’t. I love the simple invitation from Rick Rubin below: Look for what you noticebut no one else sees. + Rick Rubin, The Creative Act: … Read more

Catching the light

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At this time of year,it matters where you stand. Choose well. At this time of day,it matters what direction you face. Choose with care. At this moment in time,there are paths before you. Choose with intention.

A moment happened

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This is the lovely phrase an Irish friend used on a call yesterday. “A moment happened.” Were we there? Not exactly, but his lyrical storytelling held us in the moment. And even if we couldn’t smell the vast Californian redwoods or hear the scamper of the deer, we were there. At least in our imagination. … Read more

Choosing to see differently again

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Eyes adjustingto winter’s harvestof seedheads inchill wind and ice-blue skies. What does this timerequire of me, andwhat peculiar giftsdoes it bear? Will I standwith open hands,or shield my gazefor another day? ~ I’ve been drawn to these bulrushes on successive days. Each time I encounter them differently, sometimes with extraordinary contrasts.

Returning to the same place

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One of the privileges of living here in the valley is seeing the familiar through the changing lenses of the seasons. I notice the difference between yesterday’s light snow flurry and the crystal clear winter sunlight a few days ago. Yet we are not always returning to a remembered place, but maybe something stirs in … Read more

Just pause

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What’s the rush? Is there a winnerin the fastest through life race? Or what is gainedby always thinking on the run? Living on assumptionsmay not be a healthy diet. And narrow focusis only helpful in a tunnel. Instead, what flowers of gracemight blossom if we pause, breathe and smile.