Running out of time? I think not.

I think I’m running out of time, or time is getting away from me, or something. There is a mismatch between all I want to do, all I dream to do and the actual doing that gets done each day.…
I think I’m running out of time, or time is getting away from me, or something. There is a mismatch between all I want to do, all I dream to do and the actual doing that gets done each day.…
We celebrated Thanksgiving this week. I did a lot of reflecting on the blessings in my life and on the many things for which I am thankful. Maybe you did, too. Here is my short list. I am thankful for…
You may have noticed in these past weeks that I am on a virtual book tour to promote Keep Walking, Your Heart Will Catch Up, a Camino de Santiago Journey. Today I’d like to share with you a radio interview…
I am so excited I got to talk about my Camino de Santiago experience with @GloriaGraceRand on her Live. Love. Engage. podcast! During the interview, I shared some of what I had learned, such as the importance of not suppressing grief, how everyone’s Camino is…
Today I’m sharing a song I wrote many, many . . . yes many . . . years ago. I hope its message will uplift and encourage you today. “Well don’t you know, after the snow the mountaintop sends down…
I see you, my beloved, as you walk the narrow corridor flanked by memories on each side; touching them, smelling them, feeling them with every breath you take. I see you, and I reach out my hand to you. I…
It’s a new day. A new start. A new opportunity. It’s a day to embrace your boldness. Yes, you have been here many times – standing at the doorway, looking out and into a forest you could not trust, looking…
You are not behind as you have feared, my precious one. You are not the horse at the end of the race, last to cross the finish line. You are not one who holds back because of fear. Nor do…
My precious child, may I have this dance? Will you come with me to the middle of the dance floor? To the clearing in the forest? To the meadow where the sun glistens? Come with me. Hear the music. Feel…
Draw the rain to you, my beloved, in resurrected hope. Lift your hands to the sky. Call out to the clouds to release their waters to pour upon you all their bounty. Let them shower you, cleansing you of yesterday.…