School of Life

Life has felt like a bit ole’ lesson book these past few weeks/months. Recent discoveries/re-discoveries:

~I adore Josh Garrels.

~I adore road trips and spontaneous adventures and saying “yes” when I coulda-shoulda-woulda maybe said “no.”

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Dead Lamb Jam 2015 AKA Exploring Yakima

~I adore hiking and nature and tech detoxing, but I adore the post-burn brewpub lunch reward even a wee bit more.

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~I adore live music. I am forever healed/inspired/moved/uplifted by talented performers who share their gifts with us lucky listeners.

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~I adore the PNW and the pre-summer buzz that promises so much sunshine-y, alfresco goodness to come.

~In light of my grandfather’s recent passing (and always reflecting on last summer, too), I am reminded of the following: The most empathetic people are typically those who have grieved themselves. Through their own journey of loss, they have gained beautiful compassion. They understand that, even if you don’t know what to say, something—anything—is always a good bet. This knowledge is a gift. (I want to be one of those ever-compassionate people.)

~For the most part, people are who they are. Different friends play different roles in our lives, and we can count on different folks in very different capacities. There’s no use in wasting time feeling let down by those who simply continue old patterns/ways of being. Instead, it’s best to focus on those who come through in the least expected and most appreciated ways. (That said, in my Seattle “tribe,” there are some rockstars. Friends who challenge me and unconditionally support me and hold me accountable—in the most gentle, loving ways. I am so grateful. From them, I am learning so, so much.)

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Happy Thursdays, friends!

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Thankful November: Day 13

Day 13 * I am grateful for: Times when, for some unknown reason, strangers gravitate toward me…on days when I also happen to feel open and receptive to hearing their stories. Today, in the midst of some relatively short-lived bus banter coming home from downtown, a man revealed so much to me about his day that he moved himself to tears. Although I’ll never know the background as to why that one particular anecdote carried such significance and emotion for him, I felt that—for one moment—I was let in on something sacred.

And I wondered why we don’t share/bare our true selves with/to strangers more often. Vulnerability can be a beautiful thing.

“We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.” ― Gwendolyn Brooks

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Honoring a Sage

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“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”~Maya Angelou

The Seesaw of Life

Friday afternoon I got some disappointing news that really bummed me out. Why, I defeatedly sighed, does the other shoe seem to drop nearly every time I think I’m finally in the groove?

Then, as is so often the case, several unexpectedness kindnesses fluttered in with uncanny timing and softened the blow. (I think the Universe knows when we most need some compassion and love to eke us back to balance.)

And THEN, Mother Nature gave us one of the most beautiful winter weekends I could have ever imagined. The piercing blue skies, the fresh, damp air, the ethereal shafts of light slicing through snow-dusted pines, the distant peaks painted onto a surreal orange canvas—they fed my soul.

Tonight, my legs are very s-o-r-e, but also, my heart is full. I’m surfing the waves; I’m riding it out.

If we know one thing for sure about life: it’s never constant. It’s always changing.

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Pacific Northwest: your beauty astounds.

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Words, Pics, Tunes

Today, I’m digging…
THIS cartoon:
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And these beautiful words:
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“I have sea foam in my veins,
for I understand
the language of waves.”
~ Le Testament d’Orphee

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And this guy. Ah!

Happy day, friends!

Clean Feet Only

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“I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet.”~Mahatma Gandhi

YES (don’t be a jerk)

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