A few years back I reviewed a book called I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron. Her musings about being a woman coping with a changing body, empty nest, menopause, and other tribulations (and joys?) of aging were interesting, but I confess they didn’t strike a...
Translation missing: en.blogs.article_item.continueGetting old(er) sucks. But it's also liberating.
Another year gone, another birthday celebrated, albeit more sedately than in years past. Funny, I don’t feel much older—mentally, at least. But I know I’ve crossed into the “crypt keeper” stage because of one thing—time is no longer something I can count on. In fact, it’s whizzing by so fast I have to run to chase it. I don’t think I can catch up.
Christmas without a loved one
At this time of year people turn their attention to holidays, sacred and otherwise. They gather close their family and friends to celebrate with them. It’s a good time to appreciate the connections that make life meaningful and deep. It’s a good time to take stock of life’s priorities. And it’s a good time to reaffirm the truth of all human existence—that love, in all its forms, is what makes our world go round.
I dream of beach days
Dreaming of beach days- photo by Jade Moon
The memories I have are like nuggets of gold-- the crunch of sand, hot and gritty between my toes; the caress of ocean waves warmed by the sun. Most of all, the strength of my father as he carried me on smooth, broad shoulders and walked into the sea-- deeper, deeper until he was almost fully submerged. He lowered me into the water even as I clung to him like an opihi, weightless and warm and loved.
What do birds of paradise, orchids, puakenikeni, and pastel plumerias have in common?
I'm so excited to introduce my first new scarf of the year, BIRD OF PARADISE, and it's available right now!
