I am Santosa (contentment)

I am Santosa. I am that beautiful, wonderful self that resides in my very being. I am not my body. I am not my mind. I am not my abilities. I am not my mistakes. I am not my accomplishments. I am not my roles. I nurture my self with kindness, using words of ahimsa …

Fortunately, Unfortunately… a tale of Road to Hana Survival…

“I survived The Road to Hana” took on a new meaning as we dined on fresh caught seafood at our favorite food truck about four miles outside of Hana. We relaxed under the canopy with our delicious selections while the one-eyed store cat nuzzled our ankles hoping for a tasty morsel. (Friends who have seen …

Halfway to Hana

The Road to Hana is definitely a not-to-be-missed attraction in Maui and may be its most famous. Many a tourist shirt says, “I survived the Road to Hana!” Survived? Really? Really. This blog post is only going to get us halfway, because there is so much to see on the road. In fact, I would …

Lovely Lavender Farm in Carmel Valley

A few blog posts ago, you learned that the entire reason for the stay in the Monterey Peninsula was about a quest to see the purple sand beach. The beach was not the only great “purple” destination. After I had determined I was headed to the purple sand beach, I had a few details to …

I am a Tree

I am a tree. I am strong. I am grounded. I am flexible with branches waving. I extend from all directions accepting what I need from the universe. I am a shelter. I am a protector. I am beauty. I am dormant and resting. A shadowy figure on a backdrop of grays. Learning to appreciate …

The hills are alive…

If the national parks I visited were a beauty pageant, Glacier would get the crown. Glacier National Park was breathtaking with alpine mountains, grassy meadows, glassy lakes, singing streams, cascading waterfalls and beaches covered with colorful rocks. The air was refreshing. If it was possible to capture a photo of it the way it looks …

Butterfly Shadows

Lying in the giant shadows of the much smaller butterflies, breathing the fragrance of the fuchsia fans waving from among the fronds of the mimosa. The sun sparkles through when the breeze makes room. This is my favorite tree. I had one in my yard growing up. It was “home base” for wiffleball and we …

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