It isn’t easy to quiet your soul in today’s world. Noise from without intensifies the noise within. How do you calm your mind and emotions enough to hear the things that really matter? And how do you know what’s important and what’s not? Distractions and other forms of escape can
A cozy atmosphere is essential to your emotional health. Like comfort from someone you love, cozy helps you feel content, safe, and sheltered.
Since many of us, including me, have spent most of 2020 at home, I thought you might like to get out of the house. At least for a few minutes. So today, I’m taking you on a mini virtual-vacation to Finland, complete with photos. Grab your sunglasses, and let’s go!
I am further away from my date of birth than I am from my home going. The world I knew growing up and raising a family was very different from the world I’m living in now or will be tomorrow. Yet, it is this pandemic laced, politically messy, violent, and
This week, after a full day, I meandered into Trader Joes to pick up some of their autumn specialty items. You know, the Pumpkin Kringle that I freeze for our fall, family gatherings and the Pumpkin Ravioli that ALWAYS disappears before I can stock up on it. After choosing a
It’s an old habit, but a good one. When I wake up early in the morning, I keep my eyes closed and check the weather in my soul. One morning recently my soul was foggy and gray. So I put on my soul-scientist robe and analyzed the foggy, gray cloud-cover
One of my earliest memories is of drowning. I was a chubby, little, red-haired, bikini-clad toddler desperately trying to grab onto an empty Coors can in a vast ocean. The beer can bobbled away as I frantically tried to keep my head above the churning water that was pulling me
Sleepless nights are not my friend. After having six kids, scattered over 16 years, I thought the years of little sleep would be over when my babies learned to sleep through the night. All too soon those babies became teenagers and stayed out late with their friends, which is one
Do you remember the simple things of childhood—after school games of hide-and-seek, kick the can, or swimming in the old swimming hole? OR, as you grew older, you’d grab a hamburger after school and walk over to a friend’s house to study before going to the Friday night game? I
Yesterday I carved out a few moments in time to stop and look at five boxes of books I’d packed up to take to the thrift store. Did I really want to get rid of each book? “Yes,” I firmly answered myself. (I love books. I should have been a