Journey

Surrounded by Wonder

Surrounded by Wonder

She outstretched her small, mittened hand toward the sky and caught a snowflake. She held it for a moment, basking in wonder, before it melted away, forever transformed into tiny droplets of water.

One-night last month, I sat on the couch with my husband watching the latest travesty on the news.

Remembering Gratitude

Remembering Gratitude

This week here in the U.S., we celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday, and I turn my attention more fully to gratitude. I’d like to reshare a piece of writing I wrote nearly two years ago. Even though life has, in many aspects, moved on from what it was then, I know that tapping into a profound sense of gratitude, often for the simplest things – the late autumn sun, the ability to put pen to paper, the breath rising in my body – can always fill me with more than enough.  

Welcome, I've been waiting for you.

Welcome, I've been waiting for you.

My husband and I arrived at our friends’ house on a stormy spring evening; raindrops hung in the air as we stepped inside.

On our way to the kitchen, we passed a tumble of shoes and a full wall of children’s artwork hung up with push pins. Our friends immediately introduced us to their other guests — two other couples — and offered us drinks.