The Teacher Within…

For me it’s about learning and sharing what I’ve learned.

I missed my calling to be a teacher so instead became a trainer. Working with adults and watching them ‘get it’ when a concept clicks is a wonderful experience. I’ve found people learn best when they can ask questions in a safe environment, knowing their question will be acknowledged and addressed.

I also know that people learn best when they can ‘do’ instead of watch. When you learn to tie a knot, paint a picture, mix colors, enter data in Excel, crop a photo, bake a cake, dance the waltz, saw a board, write a book, catch a fish, hike a trial, comment on a blog – it’s in the doing.

So, now for sharing:

I read a book recently titled, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Frye. In the book, Harold decided to visit a dying friend. He started off to mail her a letter but as he approached each postbox he held back and walked to the next one and then to the next… And so began a walk that lasted several months. As he walked he found out things about himself; he remembered what was important, reviewed times that he let others down, wondered about his marriage, and took us along with him as he sorted out his past. While he was processing, his wife back home was doing the same. She let go of things, admitted truths that she had ignored, dug a garden, tended her flowers and finally, allowed Harold his time away.

The story touched me because the couple that sat at the table on page one slowly thawed and came back to life by the end of the book. We (the readers) were along on the pilgrimage as well. We were able to reevaluate the characters as their story unfolded. We were able to allow, forgive and understand.

Harold Frye’s life was dull and sad and his pilgrimage gave him new perspective and appreciation for the things that were important to him. It touched me and stuck with me after the last page was turned.

That’s all I have to share for now!

Let me know if something touches your soul today (a book, poem, flower, blog post, baby’s giggle, bike ride?)


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Bold is beautiful

Drops of water/ice on this gorgeous rose in Fort Collins, CO

Someone wrote me an email today. It came out of the blue and it was so touching that it made my eyes tear up. It took courage and boldness to write and it was beautiful to receive.

It was the kind of correspondence that you often cart around in your head and rarely actually write. It expressed gratitude. It was sweet and it made me think of the people who I need to call or write and tell them what they mean to me. It was a reminder to ‘pay it forward’ here and now and maybe the person I contact will do the same.

This random act of kindness was the perfect reminder that we all need that pat on the back or virtual hug whether we admit it or not. Once enjoyed it feels good to pass it on. For some that means a phone call and for others that is an email. The beauty of the email is it can be reread when you need that jolt of joy again. The phone call is perfect for those who need to share and connect.

As our world gets more impersonal each day,  phone calls turn into emails which turn into texts which become tweets. The face to face interaction is always the best but sometimes circumstances prevent that closeness.

Or we can ignore the call and carry on with our lives only to realize that we never said the words we meant to say, the words that can turn an average day into something special  – “This is what you mean to me…”

I challenge you to do that right now. Contact someone and let them know they made a difference in your world. Just list one or two things they did or said and how it made you feel.  Who knows, someone may be sending you an email with those very words inside.

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In the land of make-believe


It’s sort of surreal.

marge-treesIf you’ve done it, you know what I’m talking about.

Putting thoughts, ideas, challenges, questions, concerns, issues, photos …out there for the world to sisters sitting on a dock, engrossed in conversationsee or reply, ignore, spam, comment, enjoy, interact, or possibly dismiss.

And yet, we keep doing it. For some of us it’s a daily thing, for others, it’s weekly or monthly. The thing is – over time, it’s an accumulation of posts. It’s a measure of time. It’s a legacy.

What started as a rant, sorrow or frustration or as a way to show the new baby, house or vacation is now something concrete!

Concrete in a virtual sort of way, that is. All those posts, pictures, history, and comments can be wiped out in a flash. Gone. And if that happens (not that it would happen to MY SITE), I’ll know that I am richer for it.

Bloggers Unite.

Anyone up for a walk? I live in Colorado and would be happy to button up and meet you for a stroll, cross-country ski trip, hike or camping event. Oh, you want me to visit you? Right on! Let’s make that happen, ok?

Tulip painted on garage in Lafayette, CO

Appreciating the artist

We all know and love people who can see a new way of doing something. Those people who see a rainy day and turn it into a party or a masterpiece painting.

It’s my belief that we all have that ability inside of us … the ability to charm happiness during a blizzard or to find a rainbow during a depression. Whether we choose to invoke those powers is another thing.

I love being around ‘those kind of people’ don’t you? They raise my spirits and offer an inside look at new possibilities. Humor also delights me. I enjoy when someone can turn words around and give me pause before I laugh.

tulip garageSo last month when I was driving along on a dreary December day, I came across this garage. Someone took something bland and ugly and turned it into art. What fun it was for me to stop my car and hop out to take photos!  And what a delight for the person across the street who now has the opportunity to look at a white tulip all year long instead of a dull concrete wall!

Tulip painted on garage in Lafayette, COArt takes shape in so many ways – through flavors, colors, designs, sounds, words and so much more!  I’d love to see what art has crossed your path lately.

So, now it’s time to get busy appreciating. If you have some art to share, send it my way!

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Take a cup of kindness yet in 2014

Over the years I’ve blogged and when it stopped being fun, I left blogging. Usually I would miss the writing and connecting part and return again. Each time, I was welcomed back by you with open arms.

And with a new year, I am back with gusto and more energy than before. My routine slows down when I question why anyone would care to read my input. But guess what? You don’t have to read it but I need to write it. And so I shall.

Even still. Let’s talk about this phrase. In the past year, when I used the words, ‘even still’ in a conversation, someone questioned my use of the phrase. These are words that belong to my childhood and have creeped into my cell network and come out when I least expect them to. I never questioned them … never looked them in the face for what they were – what they are!  Yet, I suppose that outside a 10 mile radius of my birthplace (in Upstate NY) I’ve never heard anyone utter these two words together.  Hmm. Even still I plan to keep using them – they remind me of home!

I did a google search and found to my delight that this phrase is ‘despised’ by English majors and grammar geeks. Even still …

It sort of has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

2014Speaking of rings…

Did you ring in the New Year in a special way? I joined in a First Night Event and had a blast! Lots of events going on – dance, concerts, magic, and comedy and at the end around 10:30 pm or so was fireworks! It was as close to Times Square as I plan to get on New Year’s Eve!

As for me in the New Year – I plan to be around on a regular basis and I encourage you to come and go as you please – either way – I’ll be here!

It’s time for me to Get Busy Living!


Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should all acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne

And surely you will buy your cup
And surely I’ll buy mine
And we’ll take a cup o’kindness yet
For auld lang syne

We too have run around the slopes
And picked the daisies fine
We’ve londoned many weary foot
Since auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne

We too have paddled in the stream
From morning sun to night
But the seas between us broad have roared
From auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne
We’ll take a cup o’kindness yet
For auld langs syne