Small gifts. Big impact.

The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.  —Heda Bejar     I’m fortunate enough to be a part of a delightful collective of women artists whom I met in a class called “Flying Lessons” taught by Kelly Rae...

What the fog teaches.

This morning I am celebrating the gray, foggy landscape, which reminds me that life welcomes a whole range of moods and ways of being. Reminds me of that quote by Placido Domingo: "The high note is not the only thing." Can we allow ourselves to celebrate the...

Barefeet. Warm grass. Let go.

This afternoon I was practicing juggling with my son and beau. (We're visiting my mom in a small town in Ohio.) I happened to mention that I felt guilty I hadn't posted a blog entry since I left San Francisco last week. Here's what my son said: "Mom!...