
Wisdom from the Redwoods
I’m at home in the redwoods of California. My whole being knows this to be true. Until 10 months ago, I was not aware that such a place existed for me.

I’m at home in the redwoods of California. My whole being knows this to be true. Until 10 months ago, I was not aware that such a place existed for me.
As a child, I was fascinated by tadpoles. And I wasn’t alone. Freely roaming the neighborhood during summer months, we kids would gather in my neighbor’s frog enclosure to search for new life.
As I climbed the hills in the Sacred Valley, every step was a prayer of gratitude. Pausing often to catch my breath in the high altitude, I drank in the beauty of the mountains, valleys, small towns, and roaming llamas.
It was a beautiful May day at Bryn Mawr College. I was looking forward to partaking in the annual May Day celebration at this college so infused with Welsh traditions.
Aspirational Dreaming. It’s a thing. Consider how many times you are presented with someone who does something truly amazing or simply appealing.
Decision time. Do I take my dog out front in my pjs and pink fuzzy slippers to bless “his” fire hydrant or let him roam free in the backyard?
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