My soul dog, Zuke, in Capitol Reef, Utah. No longer earth side, yet taught me what a 'day maker' is. Dear Joanie I so hope you are aware that you are a ‘maker of days’ and that you have just made mine! 😍 Your wonderful words have catapulted me right back into pure Lyra love, golden curls and giggles! I am sending so much love to you and your beautiful big hearted boy, Douglas, Douglas, DOUGLAS 💚⛰️🪶 I have never had anyone express to me that I am a ‘maker of days.’ This has

Photo Credit: iStock What is our love language currently? How does she make her presence known? Can we recognize that as it changes over time, it may create some ambiguity? Even tension for those who have become accustomed to it appearing a certain way. Even for us as the bestower of it. In my childhood I began noticing what a love language might be. My mom making sure our fridge was stocked with my father’s favorites. Cleaning a box of strawberries nightly to have ready the

Photo Credit: Michael Held Not too long ago we had some huge cypress trees along a fence line that endangers our neighbor’s house as well as ours in Kona storms removed. It always saddens me to have to do this as I let the trees know that they have done their job. I’m filled with remorse because they were not tended to properly. Allowed to grow far too large for our safety. I take time to honor them, as it’s our very last choice to remove anything that is living. Always a fin

Artist: Graham Gercken Lately I’ve been noticing quite a few references to the word, edge, and I’m growing more curious about it. How it lands for me and might for you? I remember living on the edge of our small one square mile village that I spent my formative years growing up in NY. I liked that I wasn’t in the middle of all the hustle and bustle. My friends might have to travel a little further to come play at my house. Peeking through the bushes I’d direct their attention

Artist: Karen Noles What if we can stop looking for what we cannot find, and discover what is. Amy Grant, recently shared this in an interview. Bidding farewell to all the previous versions of herself, and saying, “I’m here, but I can’t be her anymore.” This pops for me. Understanding when this sensation arrives I’m being asked to pause and to pay attention. Life began to feel a bit complicated. Too many ‘tabs’ open when I only desired a few. Feeling confident that no matter

My favorite adventuring partner with me soaking in the Oregon coast. I am finding myself living into this season of a welcoming home. This is wiggling its way into my being in the smallest and the most profound of ways. Home might be a place, like my red rock desert, the cobblestones felt beneath my feet in Italy, the ocean tossing and turning me around in my former island home or the verdant forests of the Pacific Northwest where I discover myself today. They might also be p