After noticing her dog was keeping an eye on us, our host explained, “He knows he gets fed at 8, 12 and 5. So if it’s near those times, he stays close to me – reminding me it’s time. It’s amazing how their bodies just know.” And I thought, “Our bodies know too….we just aren’t…
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Kohlrabi and More Praise for the Farmer’s Market
“What’s that?” asked my Little Sister. We were standing under a tent at my local farmer’s market, surrounded on three sides by fresh produce. “I have no idea,” I said as we stood in line waiting to make our purchases. “But he’s got a price list – let’s see what’s on there that we’ve never…
Letting Go
We are a society that likes to hold on to things: the clothes that no longer fit, the kitchen gadget never used, the man we just know isn’t right for us. “I should just let it go,” I said to my mother the other day. Except I wasn’t talking about clothes or gadgets or men. …
The Pursuit of Happiness
A speaker I went to hear last night said it seems we forgot about our right to pursue happiness. That, instead, we’ve replaced it with the right to pursue materialistic things. I see his point. People think the accumulation of more or bigger “stuff” leads to “happiness.” So we’re a society with lots of stuff. …
Putting Yourself First
Tonight I’m teaching a class at my local library. It’s the second in a series given by the Clutter Clearing Companion (that’s me!). The first was last month. The topic was paring down your stock of books. The timing was perfect as the library was having a book sale two weeks later. We had about…
A Retreat
Today I’m off to the Rhode Island coast for a weekend retreat with my favorite sisters. I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to have a “favorite” order of religious women, but oh well. God understands. I know this because he tells me. Doesn’t that make me sound like one of those little kids in the…
“You don’t own a house, a house owns you.”
Yesterday, on my morning walk, a woman stood waving to her daughter as her daughter’s school bus pulled away. She said hello to me as I approached her driveway and I stopped to tell her how adorable I thought her house was every time I passed it. “Ugh,” she sighed. “Every time I look at…
Dreams and Reality
My piano teacher has a masters in psychology. This probably explains why I refer to her as my therapist. Maybe “sage” is a better word. Anyway, we were talking about dreams the other day and she explained that she did some coursework in dreams for her graduate degree. She said they were required to list…
A Tiny House…and A Garden?
“I just can’t see you driving a truck,” said my mother the other day during our discussion about the possibility of me buying or building a Tumbleweed Tiny House. What’s a Tumbleweed Tiny House? Well, basically it’s a hundred (or so) square foot house you tow around and plop down wherever you want to live. …
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