This re-location professional was teaching me a HUGE lesson in boundaries. He could pack someone’s seemingly useless items with the same care as someone’s perceived expensive artifacts because he wasn’t taking any of it home. He didn’t need to pack a lot of old baggage in these boxes-why did I? That’s when a glow of appreciation began to warm my heart...
At Ground Level: nail polish
. No expensive tools or extensive time commitment are needed to bring you back to a centered, more balanced, place of being - just five fingers and this simple counting down technique.
At Ground Level: a tattered envelop
I recently came across two old envelops snugly filed away. One was weathered and showed its age with the shade of yellow that only archived paper achieves. Hidden within this envelop -postmarked Albuquerque 1959- was a letter to my grandmother “written” by a two-week old me. The other envelop from the past, too, but not … Continue reading At Ground Level: a tattered envelop
At Ground Level: fuzzy dice
That brings me to musing about luck; do we wait around hoping luck will find us or do we make our own luck? I’ll use the acronym L.U.C.K.
At Ground Level: Tule fog
Tule (too-lee) fog is a weather phenomenon unique to the San Joaquin Valley. Named after the Tule River, the fog is produced when moist air fills the valley bed and is trapped against the cold damp ground by an inversion layer of warmer air above. Essentially the vapor droplets in the fog freeze forming an impenetrable cloud of suspended ice. Seeing the fog make its winter-y creep into the Valley got me to musing about patience.
At Ground Level: roadside assistance
There is roadside assistance available when the coulda/woulda/shouldas take control of your steering wheel. I find support shows up immediately when I take a look out the window and take in the sight of Helianthus annuus.
At Ground Level: red socks
Actually, ‘tis the season for a lot of things and that’s why I felt inspired to get myself ready with a new pair of hand-knit red wool socks. What ‘lot of things’ do I mean? Runny nose. Sandpaper throat. Achey-breaky joints. Seems the ailments start swirling around us as we ease into Autumn and thanks to my friend Dr. Carrie Kaiser, MA ND I learned how socks can help me avoid the malaise (tossing in a bit of French for your entertainment & education) with a good ol’ fashion home remedy.
At Ground Level: a shopping cart
As I gingerly maneuver my car through this minefield in an effort to keep my (fairly new) automotive finish from a forced kiss with woven metal on wheels, a thought comes to mind: too often we treat our energy like these shopping carts.
At Ground Level: a leaf
During grateful moments we might also acknowledge a leaf’s function to feed us the oxygen we require but how often do we extend our interest to a leaf that’s past its prime?