"The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings."Kakuzō Okakura - “The Book of Tea” Can you remember where you were when you heard that the spread of coronavirus might be serious enough to close schools, businesses, and churches? The possibility was real enough to me when a friend sent me a … Continue reading The Winds of Change
A look back at what I’ve learned after a year of blogging, and the changes I plan to make as I grow.
At this moment in my life, I am in a holding pattern. /‘hōldiNG ‘padern/ noun the flight path maintained by an aircraft awaiting permission to land I find it ironic that my life is in a place that I am familiar with, and probably have more tolerance for, when I am traveling. It’s the second definition of holding … Continue reading Plans and Patience
A few years ago, a friend of mine from Russia taught me how to say, "Happy New Year" in Russian. Well, not in Russian, but rather how the new year greeting shared among Russians translates to English. I really liked the translation of "Happy New Year" into "Happy New Happiness". "New Happiness" describes the feeling … Continue reading Happy New Happiness
In keeping with the title of my blog, I am going to share a few of the beautiful things I've observed this fall. This is an exercise in gratitude for the blessings I often overlook. For the past seven years, it has been my joy and responsibility to prepare my family for holiday travel. In … Continue reading All Things Beautiful
The busiest time of the year can also be the best time for holiday travel. Why not make holiday time with your family restful, refreshing and relaxing?
If you pay attention to advertisers, it’s that time of year when you should get started with your Christmas shopping. You have a list, and if you wait too long, someone will be left out! There’s a list for everything these days, which made me think about how I have used lists to my advantage. … Continue reading Making a List
I've always had a passion for travel. I recently rummaged through my old passports, and as I opened the cover of one of them, a child no older than four years old gazed back at me. It appears that my parents knew that I was born to see the world. I grew up in the … Continue reading When Plans Change