I did it!

I did it!

I’ve noticed a little weariness in my step recently. I’m someone who has a great track record of making things happen. I live passionately, leaning into adventures as they emerge. But recently it seems that all the wonderful moments have started to blur. And more than once I have lifted my head up and wondered if there is a finish line and if I will recognize it when I finally get there?

Are you a Success?

Are you a Success?

I refuse to succumb the word “success” anymore. That word has been hijacked and polluted. Instead of compelling or inspiring to greatness, I see it harm and diminish both clients and friends. I’d rather talk about fulfillment, joy, meaning, or whatever word makes me and them smile longingly.

My personal favourite is Glorious

Ready to Connect

Ready to Connect

We live behind this wall of fear; a conviction that connection might lead to disaster. So we continue walking lost down streets without asking for directions, we don’t notice the moments where we could share eye contact and smiles; we walk past one another, faces drawn and looking inwards or more frequently at surrogate connections on our phones. “Ready to Connect”

But my most wonderful travel moments, heck, my most wonderful life moments - explosions of richness and texture- are because I have turned my connection switch “on”.

The Gratitude of this Moment

The Gratitude of this Moment

Every morning she sits quietly and thinks about the day to come. (I do this too, but usually in the context of cross referencing my agenda with my to-do list). As she considers what is ahead of her, she scans for those things, big and small, that she knows will bring her meaning or joy. “ I choose my 3 best things” she said “and then I forget”…

An Unapologetic Rose

An Unapologetic Rose

I am sipping wine in a garden in Tuscany where the flowers tumble, one over the other, with little effort and great glory. They flirt with me, confident in their radiance and their right of place. I am struck with how bold these flowers are. Not just in their colour and form but in their conviction; to bloom and to be.

 

A rose is a rose…

Dark Inky Bits of Belonging

Dark Inky Bits of Belonging

Such a calm comes over me as I peer into the profound depth of the night sky. You would think that lying under such limitlessness I would feel my own insignificance but, for reasons that I cannot explain, I feel instead such a profound sense of connection– I am flooded with a knowing that I have a place in the world. It is as if the act of looking at the stars makes me one of them.

Tantrums in Turquoise

Tantrums in Turquoise

…and then this young bridesmaid stomped by. Her expression was riveting. It had no doubt been a long day. Her stormy blue eyes said it all. Everyone’s attention was focused elsewhere. I watched in fascination as she gave full expression to her grumpy indignation. Her little feet stomped on the pavement.  Her eyes, shiny with tears, glared with outrage at no longer being the center of attention. Temper mixed with a little pout, all unedited, visible and raw.

Oh goodness, how pure and how glorious!

The Possibility of Not Yet

The Possibility of Not Yet

This winter has tested my stamina and optimism. Snow came early with its dark skies and alternating ice and wind storms and has not abated since. It has been cold long past the time I am able to hibernate; even the squirrels are confused by the lack of spring as they run the slippery snow slopes, their bodies demanding for what the weather will not give – reprieve.

 I am longing for the daffodils, those happy optimistic heads dancing, challenging the sun and my mood in a game of “who can be brighter”…

The Space In Between

The Space In Between

I was out for a walk. Spring finally tempting us with her promise. She is not here yet, and they are forecasting a few more weeks of cold winds, but if I tilt my head to the sun I can feel the warmth in the rays. There is a faint bird song in the trees. Caught in the transition between two seasons, these days are rarely remarked on. We are no longer in the grips of winter, not yet released by embrace of spring…

Want to Change the World?

Want to Change the World?

I’m inspired by a baby who infected my mind space on a long-haul flight recently. As we all tried to find the patience to wait through an extended delay, buckled-in and caught up in inconvenience and worry, we tensed at the squawk that let us know that a baby a couple rows back had woken up. I sat in dread, sure a delay coupled with a crying baby might just push me over the edge. 

When all of a sudden …  a pixie giggle.

I Saw You Here

I Saw You Here

It’s the small things.

Maybe it was because of the long flight, the punishing jet lag and the refrain “it will all feel better once I get there” but when I opened the little fridge and I noticed that someone had deliberately replaced the milk with almond milk, decanted in a pretty glass jar, my hand suddenly lay itself on my heart and I gasped…

The brow of the hill

The brow of the hill

At the brow of the hill, take the path leading to the left until you reach the gate at the far edge of the paddock.

It seemed like an obvious enough instruction until I noticed that there were several paths that snaked across the hill and realized that my initial assumption that the “brow” was “somewhere near the top” was not going to be precise enough. 

Have You Ever Truly Been Heard

Have You Ever Truly Been Heard

As I stood in front of a massive redwood I was surprised to find myself overwhelmed by emotion –tenderness. And in one graceful step I reached my arms wide and leaned in. I just knew that I had to hug her. Luckily, in the depths of these forests, tree hugging seems natural. People seem to get it. And so I did it.

Daring to Connect to Happiness

Daring to Connect to Happiness

I was so excited to be on safari in Botswana. Everything is primal, basic and within hours I can feel my senses and my instincts sharpen. Before sunrise we are bundled up, and head out to witness life as it has always happened. I watch the world begin to wake, the birds, the grasses, the big cats. It is such a privilege to feel like a witness and a participant in both the magical and mundane; a mother leopard and her cubs are on the move.