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
For a few months I held tickets to see a favorite radio personality (see title for details). I watched the event day draw near on the calendar. All in all, the evening would be a win; engage an interesting topic, see friends, maybe have a glass of wine afterward. But by 4:00pm the day of … Continue reading I said “No” to Krista Tippett: Burnout 101
The 4th floor can be a busy place, especially the nurse's station. Patients pace up and down the halls holding on to the arm of an aide or IV pole, strengthening their legs and stretching their minds out from beyond the ivory-toned rooms. Lunch carts and doctors take the corners tightly in an effort skirt … Continue reading Painting Advent: A Metaphor in Waiting
Unfamiliar gear strapped to my back: the bulk heavy with anticipation. We checked each others tanks to make sure we had wrestled them on correctly, rubik-cubed the snorkle on to the mask and spit at the appropriate time and place to prevent mask fog, all in preparation for our first dive. With anticipatory thoughts … Continue reading Sitting in the Waters of Discomfort
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
The long awaited solar eclipse invited people to scatter along the “totality” path, from Oregon to Nebraska to South Carolina and as the morning turned into afternoon photos loaded our Facebook feeds. Here in Minneapolis, a few of our team gathered for the event, climbing to the top of the parking ramp, wishing the clouds … Continue reading “Together:” A Practice of Resiliency
Friday evening and again on Saturday morning I watched LIVE feed from the cell phones of colleagues in Charlottesville, Virginia. They had hopped buses, boarded planes and traveled in cars, leaving behind friends, family and safety to stand in love against the message of the ‘Unite the Right’ rally. That morning as I … Continue reading In the Midst of Hate…
Andrea Tatley 