About fifteen years ago, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, members of my family started gifting me with Wizard of Oz collectibles. For my birthday, my sister sent a Ruby Slipper paperweight, then a Toto figurine. Mom’s Christmas package included…
A few of weeks ago, my friend Romy told our dance class about a friend of hers who was struggling to find affordable housing. She described the need and some of the obstacles specific to her friend’s situation, tossing it…
For a new product launch in Great Britain, a company commissioned a survey on spontaneity (or lack thereof). They polled over two thousand adults. Most said that there were lots of things they would really like to do, but which…
Stefan Draschan is a photographer with an interesting perspective. I’ve been seeing his work featured in articles online for a few years, and now I follow him on Instagram. “People Matching Artworks” is the series for which he’s primarily known.…
At Patty’s songwriting workshop last week, we began with a general sharing about what was on our minds and in our hearts. The check-in was free-flowing and open, including personal matters and global concerns. While our overarching purpose for being…
Rilke wrote, “And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been.” The observation seems quite simple at first. But then I notice the paradox of recognizing fullness where nothing exists. The coming year is suffused…
In 1863, amidst the American Civil War and during a time of great personal losses, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the poem, “Christmas Bells,” from which this beautiful hymn is lifted: I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols…
This Sunday, we’re celebrating Blue Christmas, honoring our emotional depths and complexities during the holidays. It ain’t all just fa-la-la-la-la. And we don’t have to try or pretend to make it so. I totally love Christmas — AND — I’ve…
