Often it is in times of change that we find our surest footing.

 Sometimes all it takes is a bit of 8 year old wisdom & a tender dream to remind me I have nothing  to fear. 

While we may not agree on how best to process the tragic events of this year, I am compelled to turn my anger into words and now actions.  

"And so when you have bravery without vulnerability, that's when you get what we're looking at today: all bluster, all posturing, no real courage."  Brene Brown 

       “The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”  Rabindranath Tagore

                                  “Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.”  ― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

          Beleaguered by the news cycle of late, Dr. King reminds me that we can all do better.

Is it possible to find hope in the promise of the manger when the world around us seems so bereft of love and care? 

                                      Sometimes an old tale can lead to a new understanding.

How the words of Thoreau and the closing of our summer porch taught me to see again the gifts and possibilities of each season…even winter.  

                                 Sometimes it is necessary to look back before moving forwards.

                              Is it possible that chaos and disorder could actually be good for us?

Finding the greater good in my marriage meant seeing it as happy without  comparing it to another's. 

               Perhaps both adults AND children could use a little Eloise in their lives today? 

How do we get past our different opinions and viewpoints and find hope in this most American of all holidays?