Recently I was asked to speak to a group of runners who were training for their very first race. My goal was to offer the idea that running is a metaphor for life, and to support the runners as they faced this new challenge. I had not run for Read more…
Today was a cool January morning and I was determined to get moving, even though my heart felt heavy. I walked briskly along the sea wall, barely noticing the beauty around me. Then I heard these words from a woman I passed. They got my attention and I found myself Read more…
Forget about the song, ‘Blue Christmas’. It’s not Christmas that is ‘blue’ for me. It is the days after the Holiday. I find myself feeling sad and empty. Days are short and dark. Nights are long and even darker. As a child I remember the dreariness of our living room Read more…
