My friend Jenn and I met in a youth group organization in our teens. She always considered me a ‘little sister’ and I can remember many hours spent with friends working on community service projects and attending events together. Somehow, life reconnected us over twenty-five years later in San Diego, California. She’s the reason for our participation in a spectacular build day and for an introduction to some amazing people with whom we hope to continue to connect. Volunteering is good for the soul. Read the rest of this entry
This past weekend, Mat and I got our flu shots. Who knew we still needed them in southern California, but according to our friendly Walgreens pharmacist (Karissa), once a year regardless of where you live is a good idea. So, we went, she jabbed, we got our shiny red bandaids and eventually…we left. With allergies and nerves, I often hang out for a bit after a vaccination and this time, we weren’t alone. Another couple was there to do the same and our forty-five minute long conversation in our ‘flu shot group’ got me thinking – about friendships and where they begin. Read the rest of this entry
Can you grow where you are? It’s a question about which I’ve been thinking a lot. Can growth happen if you stay where you are, or are changes in geography necessary? I imagine the answer is different for everyone depending on more variables than I can count. I guess, the first part is about wanting the growth, right?
“Life is change. Growth is optional. Choose wisely.” – Unknown
With time on the sand, on the hiking trail and across the over 5,000 miles we trekked from coast to coast, there has been a lot of time to chat, think and of course, wonder. I think wondering is on my list of favourite things to do. I often wonder what a typical Tuesday looks like in other people’s homes. I wonder about how much money we ‘really’ need to live. I wonder about those who change direction and location in various stages of life and how it affects their relationships with friends and family. I wonder if everyone wonders and if growth is as much a topic of conversation in others’ homes as it is in ours. Do you wonder? Read the rest of this entry
Journeys are often the best teachers. There are moments of certainty and uncertainty, struggle and triumph, learning and growth but it’s the moments in between that teach so much. The magic in the middle, the lessons learned you never before realized and the friendships made along the way-these all matter. I’m not sure when my journey began, but I’m certain that I’m on one and have met many memorable people along the way. While teaching, there are those you know you’ve impacted but hundreds maybe even thousands more of whom you’ll never know your impact. I believe it’s the same thing in life. Social media has made it more possible to connect with those from the past and link to those you’ve just met, but it seems that somewhere on our journeys, if it’s meant to do so, paths will cross again for a reason. Who knows if we ever really know the reason, but the gifts we get from those crossing paths are often priceless. How lucky we are if we get to experience that.
“Forever is composed of nows” -Emily Dickinson Read the rest of this entry
To the lady in the front row of beach yoga today…THANK YOU!
This is the year I turn forty. It’s been filled with Facebook posts, surprise parties and escapades of friends experiencing the same milestone. Amidst the happy birthdays and ‘fabulous forty’ posts there comes that dread of ‘oh my goodness-how on earth am I going to be forty?’ If I’m lucky, in just a few weeks, I’ll reach the same milestone as so many of my fellow 1996 university graduates. Here’s hoping the next forty years are filled with as many amazing adventure as the first forty.
Today started as a traveler’s morning in my own town. A morning beach yoga class on the sand at Lafayette Beach provided by Kristen, our beach yoga instructor. This class was bigger than it’s been all summer. A total of twenty-one people ranged in ages from early twenties to late sixties came to greet the day with their toes in the sand and hips in the air. Read the rest of this entry