Mindful practices teach us to “watch our thoughts.” I’ve been watching. And lately, I’ve decided to wave a big ol’ yeller flag of caution. As I’ve navigated, with a nonexisting road map, the post-22 landscape of disAbilities—that...
The park’s dull, gray, curving paths glistened a deep black, speckled with flecks of silver and blue—liquid mirrors of daylight and winter sky. A manmade canvas doused with a New Year’s first rain. A 30-minute walk in balmy air. A renewed love affair. One...
As our meeting ended, he, a man with whom I have done business with for many years, rose from my kitchen table and gave me a lasting gift. We had discussed financial futures, the stock market, the economy, the recent election. Not only was what he shared a gift to...
It has arrived. The dark of this Wednesday, the last of November. Most of the previous 29 days masqueraded as Indian summer; the chorus of fall rising in a parched crescendo at month’s end. Monday morning’s buffet brunch of chill, hue, and aroma roused my...
As I locked the back door, I heard the sudden ssshushh in the tops of the deciduous forest behind my condominium. What was that? A storm signaling? Like that day and the days before it and the days before those, it was another hot one in August. I put my keys and...
It is possible to be physically present in nature but not be present in the one “Now” moment that nature encourages. I recall the time I walked the length of Radnor Lake, and only at the end did I realize I’d not been present in the beauty...
From Heartache to Hope: middle tennessee families living with autism, a book by Leisa A. Hammett & photographer Rebekah Pope. Click here for more info plus ordering details.
