Epigram MY soul, sit thou a patient looker-on; Judge not the play before the play is done: Her plot hath many changes; every day Speaks a new day; the last act crowns the play. Frances Quarles From the first moment that I met Margaret, I was blown away. It was my first day of watercolor class in college and I… Read More
Do You Need Ritual?
This past weekend I celebrated 365 days—one full year—of getting up every morning and having a “first things first” ritual of morning meditation, journaling, prayer and yoga/*stretch. *There are some days, ( I have fibro) where the stretch part isn’t much more then bending the parts that will bend, but the commitment to movement, and taking “Action” is still part… Read More
A Glimpse into the Power of Gratitude
It’s the Monday morning before Thanksgiving and outside my window is a blustery swirl of white cloud poop. Do I sound grateful? No I am not. Not even a tiny bit. The yellow and red leaves are peeking through the blanket of white, crying “Too soon! Too soon, rescue us, rescue us!” But I don’t step outside. The windchill is… Read More


