A few weeks ago, I was driving from my home in Portland, Oregon to the coastal town of Seaside and then on North to Astoria. I love adventures; I had not driven myself on an adventure road trip in way too long.  In fact, I had forgotten how much joy I get from driving off…

The day moves from mist to grey to rain and it is spring.  We have had our sunny teasers which lift the spirits and make us think summer is just around the corner.  But, here in Oregon we have, at least, another month of waiting. As I practice pausing for one minute and consciously allow…

Lessons come mostly when we don’t expect them and are not trying to learn. This past weekend I learned several lessons. I have mentioned over and over, ad nauseum, the value of stopping, breathing, and taking time.  The rewards are of the highest value. As has become fairly ovbious over the span of these entries, I…

My head has been ready to explode! It is over-stimulation. I Heard a Funeral in my Brain… these words suddenly came to me.  What the poem, by Emily Dickinson, really says is this, “I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners to and fro…” That’s the kind of week it was. The poem well reflects my…

Everyday we are presented with opportunities which can inspire. The deal is, we never know from where that little morsel will come. One sentence from a book, a friend, a radio program, or a TV station could be that spark that will change the path we are traveling. It does behoove us to pay attention. For the…

My head is racing with thoughts and exploding with the resulting generated energy. The univere is crying out and my pen cannot write fast enough. In the past three weeks I have heard the same message or related ones from several different sources.  In a few words, the message is this: the power to change…