I’ve been doing a little exploring this year. You’ll be disappointed if you think I’m digging for fossils, gold, or lost coins buried in the sand on the beach. But I hope you’ll keep reading. I’m exploring that self-actualization level on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, taking stock, re-acquainting myself with myself,[…]
One of the most courageous decisions you'll ever make is to finally let go of what is hurting your heart and soul.
Brigitte Nicole
Life is the art of drawing without an eraser
John Gardner
I’m mourning the loss of 7 chrysalises due to a predator previously unknown to me. My tendency is to photograph and write only about the wonders of the butterfly’s development because it’s the beauty of change that inspires me. But this morning as I gathered the infected chrysalises in a bag I realized that[…]
Let’s recap my plight earlier this year — warm winter, tons of caterpillars, not enough Milkweed, too early in the season to buy plants at the nursery, starvation. And the plight of the Monarch population in general? In decline. Solution? More Milkweed. My book club read Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver the[…]
Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth.
Mark Twain
A friend of mine lost his battle with cancer this week. The day he passed a female butterfly arrived in my atrium laying eggs on my recently regenerated Milkweed plants. The butterflies have symbolized life and death from the beginning. Not just within their own life cycle but also in relationship[…]
The population of Monarch butterflies has shrunk to record lows. One possible reason is agriculture. Herbicide resistant crops are expanding in the midwest, where most Milkweed is grown. Herbicides are used to kill unwanted plants. Milkweed is a weed and therefore unwanted. Milkweed is important to the Monarch butterfly life[…]
If nothing ever changed there'd be no butterflies.
Author Unknown
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
Neale Donald Walsch
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day
E.B. White
I’ve become Scrooge. Well, maybe not a cold-hearted miser who hates Christmas. But definitely someone who, in the hustle and bustle of Christmas preparations, broken families and a full time job; has lost the magic and meaning of Christmas. That is until last year. Determined not to decorate another tree[…]
Peace begins with a smile
Mother Teresa