Marika and I had a great vacation exploring Georgia and South Carolina. The pace is slow, the trees are tall and the people really are friendly, y’all. Here is my travel journal from our trip: Sunday: A dear friend gave me a ride from camp to our rental condo in downtown Atlanta, where I dropped off my luggage, then took the MARTA train to the...
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It happens to all of us. We get a great idea. We’re motivated. We take the first step toward what we want and we’re cruising. We feel excited. Rejuvenated. Like this thing could really happen! And then something doesn’t turn out the way we had hoped or expected. And we land in a pile of doubt. Sound familiar? Did you start the year...
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I was talking with a client about her dream to create a dog sanctuary. She envisions a many acred facility that rescues dogs, finds them homes and, for those unadoptable ones, provides great care and companionship. She clearly sees a loving staff working with her, organizing successful fund raising events, and the joy that this work brings her. I invited...
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One of the most valuable tools I offer my clients is to practice paying attention. To slow down enough to notice the details around us. To be still long enough to hear the quieter, stronger voice inside. Often, we are so distracted by the noise and activity of our daily lives that we are oblivious to the beauty, the wisdom, the inspiration of what is right...
Read MoreLove in the Present Moment
As you may know, I had to put my dear sweet Laddy to sleep last Thursday. While he’d been eating less and walking slower since July, last week there were drastic changes in his behavior and appetite and even in the look of his orange-brown eyes. When Marika and Mabel were here visiting two weeks ago, the four of us enjoyed bluff walks and love fests...
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As a kid I often ate waffles and ice cream for breakfast. Or a bowl of Lucky Charms without the milk. Or Sugar Pops, without a spoon, one sweet, sticky kernel at a time. On weekends we’d have bagels and lox and whitefish from the deli. Sometimes my father made scrambled eggs with thick round slices of Hebrew National salami, or French toast with Log...
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