What is this human thing we do in taking things for granted? The everyday living, breathing, fiber of our experience?  Our years together have woven themselves into my fabric. Gratitude doesn’t begin to capture acknowledgment of the gift. It’s something beyond - perhaps prayer.

What is this human thing we do in taking things for granted? The everyday living, breathing, fiber of our experience?  Our years together have woven themselves into my fabric. Gratitude doesn’t begin to capture acknowledgment of the gift. It’s something beyond - perhaps prayer.

Exiled from Home
We have massive wild winds in Northern California - power outages expected to last five days in the mountains where I live, trees downed everywhere. Mother Nature is having a wild party.
I work outside of the mountains, so have been staying in a suburb with my family - nothing remotely resembling my regular life. My husband at our house, tends the generator, clears tree limbs, stokes the home fires, and is the companion to our cats. 
I find myself missing everything about where I live, but important things are surfacing.  Gratitude beyond explanation for the mountain life I’ve been so fortunate to experience.  It is not for the faint of heart or spirit, but worth every minute of the challenges we face with storms, rains, fires, and the simple difficulty of moving around during those Mother Nature raging times.  I miss my camera, and being there to chronicle what on the surface looks like devistation but beneath that is a clearing - a cleansing.
I thook this photo with my phone out of my Silicon Valley office this morning, reminded that everywhere there is beauty reflected back to you, if you take a moment to look. As I walked to get breakfast this mornining, I breathed in the cool, wind-freshened air, and was struck, despite not being able to breathe in my redwood mountain air, by how fully alive I feel and how fortunate I am to simply breathe and see.

Exiled from Home

We have massive wild winds in Northern California - power outages expected to last five days in the mountains where I live, trees downed everywhere. Mother Nature is having a wild party.

I work outside of the mountains, so have been staying in a suburb with my family - nothing remotely resembling my regular life. My husband at our house, tends the generator, clears tree limbs, stokes the home fires, and is the companion to our cats. 

I find myself missing everything about where I live, but important things are surfacing.  Gratitude beyond explanation for the mountain life I’ve been so fortunate to experience.  It is not for the faint of heart or spirit, but worth every minute of the challenges we face with storms, rains, fires, and the simple difficulty of moving around during those Mother Nature raging times.  I miss my camera, and being there to chronicle what on the surface looks like devistation but beneath that is a clearing - a cleansing.

I thook this photo with my phone out of my Silicon Valley office this morning, reminded that everywhere there is beauty reflected back to you, if you take a moment to look. As I walked to get breakfast this mornining, I breathed in the cool, wind-freshened air, and was struck, despite not being able to breathe in my redwood mountain air, by how fully alive I feel and how fortunate I am to simply breathe and see.

What is our sense of place?  Where do we all really sense that belonging that reaches into the deepest recesses of our hearts and souls?  What are the elements - seen and unseen that call to us and say that someplace is home?  I have felt that sense many times in my life - so forcefully that I can pinpoint where those places are geographically that say - I could live here.  This would be home.  
Other places, even those possessing spectacular beauty have no pull for me, and yet the ones that have chosen me, harken to me.  I am filled with gratitude that I can even feel this tugging, as it has made me examine what the elements of a rich and full life are - who I am - the core essence of what comprises the heart and soul residing in this temporarily given body.  It’s a feeling more than anything - one that recently brought me to tears, as I experienced one of those senses of place.  
It pulls at your true self, calling to it to come out and play - to open to the deep gifts that have been bestowed upon a life.  The sense of place is yourself intensified and displayed in a place, a people, a landscape and an internal beating heart, of where you can see yourself being, because your most inner self knows that you have experienced everything true about yourself.  
I am blessed

What is our sense of place?  Where do we all really sense that belonging that reaches into the deepest recesses of our hearts and souls?  What are the elements - seen and unseen that call to us and say that someplace is home?  I have felt that sense many times in my life - so forcefully that I can pinpoint where those places are geographically that say - I could live here.  This would be home.  

Other places, even those possessing spectacular beauty have no pull for me, and yet the ones that have chosen me, harken to me.  I am filled with gratitude that I can even feel this tugging, as it has made me examine what the elements of a rich and full life are - who I am - the core essence of what comprises the heart and soul residing in this temporarily given body.  It’s a feeling more than anything - one that recently brought me to tears, as I experienced one of those senses of place.  

It pulls at your true self, calling to it to come out and play - to open to the deep gifts that have been bestowed upon a life.  The sense of place is yourself intensified and displayed in a place, a people, a landscape and an internal beating heart, of where you can see yourself being, because your most inner self knows that you have experienced everything true about yourself.  

I am blessed

I awaken this morning with an intense sense of gratitude for the life I am living - For the gift of the life I have been granted. I realized yesterday that I am so surrounded by the fullness of life that there are never enough hours in a day to experience everything.  It’s not a sense of time getting away from me because I have too many things to do, it’s more the inner knowledge that I crave time slowing down, so that I can fully experience every moment of the colorful richness of all that’s in front of me. 
Yesterday was simplicity.  Working in the garden, pulling weeds, painting an old yard-sale garden chair; bringing it back to life with a coat of vibrant orange paint - sipping home-made iced tea with lemon on a hot summer day - doing healing work with a friend recently diagnosed with cancer; participating with a full love and faith that brings everything to it’s most alive state - eating ripe summer peaches, nectarines, raspberries, blueberries, with tangy greek yogurt - creating a quasi masterpiece with an overgrown summer squash, lovingly given by a generous neighbor - sitting on the porch, pulling lavender buds from their stalks, remembering to stay present in the beauty of the moment, rather than thinking of it as a task, and finally, gently placing my hands on the burned bark of a 1,000 year old redwood tree that sits as the focus of our yard.  
Vibrant, alive, tasting and breathing in every gift offered.  Completely blessed.

I awaken this morning with an intense sense of gratitude for the life I am living - For the gift of the life I have been granted. I realized yesterday that I am so surrounded by the fullness of life that there are never enough hours in a day to experience everything.  It’s not a sense of time getting away from me because I have too many things to do, it’s more the inner knowledge that I crave time slowing down, so that I can fully experience every moment of the colorful richness of all that’s in front of me. 

Yesterday was simplicity.  Working in the garden, pulling weeds, painting an old yard-sale garden chair; bringing it back to life with a coat of vibrant orange paint - sipping home-made iced tea with lemon on a hot summer day - doing healing work with a friend recently diagnosed with cancer; participating with a full love and faith that brings everything to it’s most alive state - eating ripe summer peaches, nectarines, raspberries, blueberries, with tangy greek yogurt - creating a quasi masterpiece with an overgrown summer squash, lovingly given by a generous neighbor - sitting on the porch, pulling lavender buds from their stalks, remembering to stay present in the beauty of the moment, rather than thinking of it as a task, and finally, gently placing my hands on the burned bark of a 1,000 year old redwood tree that sits as the focus of our yard.  

Vibrant, alive, tasting and breathing in every gift offered.  Completely blessed.

There is such a deep joy and gratitude in simplicity.  No expectations, no requirement to do anything except to drop deeply into the state of needing nothing and really having everything.  There is nothing more that I need today beyond the warmth of a soft enveloping chenille throw with and a warm cup of tea.  
I am here and with that, I have everything.  I am blessed with a good mind, keen vision, the love of those around me, good health, and now a warm shower.  There is no Pollyanna here, just deep, soft recognition of everything that is important and a wellspring of joy for today.

There is such a deep joy and gratitude in simplicity. No expectations, no requirement to do anything except to drop deeply into the state of needing nothing and really having everything. There is nothing more that I need today beyond the warmth of a soft enveloping chenille throw with and a warm cup of tea.

I am here and with that, I have everything. I am blessed with a good mind, keen vision, the love of those around me, good health, and now a warm shower. There is no Pollyanna here, just deep, soft recognition of everything that is important and a wellspring of joy for today.

The practice of being present has eluded me for much of my life.  I can remember being a child and praying to be somewhere else.  A protective life-sustaining coping mechanism at the time, returned over and over again, as a haunted way of living.
Many people are plagued by living in the past.  For me, it is a projection to the future that eerily permeates my daily life.  I struggle with the concept of being present and at the same time, planning or having goals.  I reside in that often fear-filled future at the expense of filling myself with the truth and beauty of each present moment. 
It’s years of thought patterning that has led me to a place of inability to stay fixed in the present.  I live with a fierce conscious focus around the gift of the present, and can feel the holy calling of that state of being.  My racing, thought filled mind relishes yanking me out of that peace and dragging me into a future that is likely to never take place.
I live in a state of gratitude for all that I have.  It’s a breathing prayer that I carry with me, and is the great gift that helps to root my soul in the present.  I am gifted with eyes that see gratitude in a warm shower, a hot cup of tea, the waging tail of my loving dog, the smell of a burning fire, living in the beauty of the mountains, the love of good friends, and so much more.  It’s the way that I dance through the world and is my ultimate salvation from the lure of the future.

The practice of being present has eluded me for much of my life. I can remember being a child and praying to be somewhere else. A protective life-sustaining coping mechanism at the time, returned over and over again, as a haunted way of living.

Many people are plagued by living in the past. For me, it is a projection to the future that eerily permeates my daily life. I struggle with the concept of being present and at the same time, planning or having goals. I reside in that often fear-filled future at the expense of filling myself with the truth and beauty of each present moment.

It’s years of thought patterning that has led me to a place of inability to stay fixed in the present. I live with a fierce conscious focus around the gift of the present, and can feel the holy calling of that state of being. My racing, thought filled mind relishes yanking me out of that peace and dragging me into a future that is likely to never take place.

I live in a state of gratitude for all that I have. It’s a breathing prayer that I carry with me, and is the great gift that helps to root my soul in the present. I am gifted with eyes that see gratitude in a warm shower, a hot cup of tea, the waging tail of my loving dog, the smell of a burning fire, living in the beauty of the mountains, the love of good friends, and so much more. It’s the way that I dance through the world and is my ultimate salvation from the lure of the future.