Summer Week 5: Beans, Boysenberries and Bees I don't journal, or at least not normal journaling. I compost. Composting is, in my mind, better- more interesting. It's a time and place to ponder, explore, reflect, think on paper, air frustrations, fears, gifts, life happenings. It's like compost- life compost. I add to the pile, stir and let decomposition happen. If I do it right black gold compost happens. Composting- active pondering of life. By the shear act of thinking

What is beauty? Your beauty? There are so many kinds. From the, "oh that's beautiful", to beauty that catches your breath. What stops you in your tracks? Last week, my mom and I got to go play and explore Victoria BC and the Butchart Gardens. At the Butchart Gardens there were millions of flowers. I have no idea who and how they plant so many annuals! Who deadheads and plants all these flowers!!? This is a deeply planned and executed garden. A walking experience, engu

Finding Wonder in Everyday Chores There is a life that travels with us. No matter who you are, some sort of cleaning is a daily traveling partner. I think of my grandparents how they used their daily chores as meditation- not that they called it meditation. But it was. It was a daily activity that was necessary for life to flow. A place of repeated activity. The same things over and over again. An ongoing list of chores. And yet, I don't remember hearing my grandparen

I'm many things but gritty isn't the word that comes to mind. Last weekend I ran the 10K - Beat the Blerge I took a chance and said yes...