Yesterday, as the storm raged, my full-time job was birds and reading. Today, with the city blanketed in ice and snow silence, my priorities have shifted: convincing Winston to brave the cold for a potty break (he's not a fan),
Advent is a season of waiting, and waiting takes courage. It’s tempting to fill the space with distractions, to rush the process. Courage is found in the uncomfortable pause. What might you hear if you sat in the silence? What might you learn
This is your yearly reminder that your gardens aren't finished yet. They are still feeding pollinators. Once everything is spent, let her sleep. In her winter hibernation, she provides shelter for lightning bugs, pollinators, and other wildlife. Also, all those leaves that fall also
Today, I am making a day of nothing and no one. Between many events, lots of peopling, an exciting product launch, and higher levels of pain than usual, I need to rest, refill, and restore myself before facilitating another full training
What have you been taught about rest? Maybe that there isn't time for that. Or that rest is for the lazy. Or for those people. Or how will everything get done if I rest? I know life is a lot, especially this time of year. May
The greatest gift we can give ourselves, and therefore the people we lead and the people we love (and are raising), is to learn to sit with ourselves, to be, to rest, and refill.
I couldn't get this nudge to pass that this was needed, so it's a teach from my rest day with little makeup and no mascara.
