“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.” ~ Rumi Occasionally, when my body wakes at 3:00 a.m., with no intention of reconnecting with the dream world, this 13th-century Persian poet, theologian and mystic speaks into my soul, “The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.” At 3:38 a.m., I am following Rumi’s advice. I put my feet … Continue reading Firefly Grief
When my daughter was young, one of the repeating conversations emerged from a friend’s continuous requests for her to hang out at his house. As much as she liked her friend, her introverted Self needed to be home on some of those afternoons and she couldn’t bring herself to say “no.” I offered her permission … Continue reading I can’t
The phrase “the fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife” never felt as true as this morning. I don’t recall walking in fog so dense I could feel the “push” of droplets on my face. My head lamp highlighted the sparkling mist dancing gracefully in the air. I could feel its … Continue reading The Unexpected Effect of Fog
Along with Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds, and Rose-Breasted Grosbeaks, glorious green grass has arrived here in the North. We watch our yards grow, note the unevenness of the grass and know it is too early to mow. It is during this annual 2 week threshold where we watch and wait, knowing that waiting to mow is actually … Continue reading Green Grass and Stress Hardy: Burnout 301
“Listen to your life.” So many writers have used this simple phrase as a launch point: I would like to introduce one such author to you. Frederich Buechner, American writer (of 30 books) and theologian begins a year of daily meditations with this reminder. “Listen to your life All moments are key moments.” … Continue reading Listen to Your Life
The breeze is cool to my legs. I prefer wearing shorts until it snows. Our deck sits in the shadows of the oak-lined creek and the sun won't grace it with warmth until 9:00 a.m. It's only 7. Thin clouds decorate the sky: it will be a beautiful day here. But not everywhere. In the … Continue reading The story that isn’t finished.
As I write this Hurricane Irma is barreling toward Florida, having devastated the Leeward Islands and a good bit of the Caribbean. India is still experiencing flooding, having lost well over 600 souls at this time. Fires ravage in the West, and an 8.1 earthquake hit my beloved southern Mexico. And then there is Houston. … Continue reading Irma, Harvey and stress
I sat on the cedar dock still full of fragrance, waiting for day to arrive. Loons bob along in the water, eagles perch in the tree beside me watching over their home and commenting on its beauty. Another morning was spent face-down on the dock watching fish swim in the shadows, noticing deer prints on … Continue reading Restoration of a Summer Day
Having lived in the Northwest area of town on and off for about 40 years, I know the roads pretty well. When we first moved to the area in the early 70’s, Hwy 169 (then County Road 18) was a dirt road. Living just east of 169, we were the last line of residential homes … Continue reading Riding down Hwy 169
Andrea Tatley 