The past is over and gone, and you're not going to get it back. Ever.
The future may never come, so why worry about what it might be?
Shoulda, woulda, coulda are the most common words of the dying.
The only thing to take from your past is the lessons you learned from it. 
And move on.
Remember, don't look back. There's nothing for you there.


After stormy winter weekends
wild with snow, wind, sleet, rain,
it has been wonderful
to walk along wooded paths
and wander down to the water's edge
and feel the sun warm my face.
 April is on its way.


Here, it is so cold and rainy... it can chill a person right down into their bones. But, I have some suggestions for warming yourself back up and making the very best of an overcast, drizzly day, which isn't all that bad if you can stay inside where it's warm and snug. So, here are just a few things that I think go good with a cold rainy night...

  • chili of course... with corn muffins
  • -or- tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches..
  • curling up on the couch and watching a movie or two
  • cozy, fleece blankets
  • soft sweat pants
  • comfy, long sleeved t-shirts
  • reading books... while tucked in bed
  • candlelight baths in Epsom salts Ah....
  • a special playlist for such a day
  • a cup of hot, Chai tea
  • clean, fresh smelling sheets... right out of the dryer
  • small lights strung through indoor trees
  • electric blankets
  • some light yoga
  • fun board games
  • creating some art
  • cute socks with toes
  • a new candle
  • writing in your journal
  • turning all electronics off, and enjoying the quiet
  • making some gourmet popcorn
  What do you think goes good with a rainy cold night?


If only.
If only
could stop
wishing for things
that are not
or not
If only.

* * *

voice shrugs
and asks,
“Yes, but
What then?”


The promises of Spring...

Birds are singing… waves are beckoning… light is waxing… and the sun is warming… even the buds are plumping up… ideas are brewing… and energy is rising… the town is bustling… nature is calling to us… juices are flowing… even the beach looks enticing… the kids are running all over…  feet are bare…  temperatures are slowly rising… the grass is greening… and farms are busy… the daffodils are already blooming… and the sky somehow seems wider.

embrace the possibilities!


Birds are singing… Waves are beckoning… Light is longer… and the sun feels warm, the buds are bursting… ideas are brewing… the energy is rising… creativity is flowing… nature is calling… Kids are running… the birds are happy… toes are baring…  temperatures, they are rising… the grass is greening… farms are busy… daffodils are blooming… and the sky somehow seems bluer and wider. Embrace the endless possibilities!  Spring is here.


After a day that included water exercise, and two 1-hour spinning classes, and a hot yoga class, 
 I awoke this morning and realized I may have over done things a little bit. Fever. Body aches. 
Sore throat. Watery eyes.Runny nose. Yuck.
 via; venusianglow.comhttp://www.venusianglow.com/

Thankfully, it's Sunday. I drank endless cups of tea, ate a big bowl of  nourishing soup, 
read some of my new book, and watched a few episodes of Revenge to feel good about myself! 
  Clean eating + light reading + delightfully trashy TV = a surefire formula for recovery. 
That and plenty of sleep.

Wishing you a happy and healthy week!

P.S. What's your favorite sick day recipe?


In honor of International Woman's Day, a treasured poem. Enjoy.

{She} ...by Kobi Yamada

She must be something special. She is. Celebrate her.
She loved life and it loved her back. Celebrate her passion.
She listened to her heart above all other voices. Celebrate her wisdom.
She pursued big dreams instead of small realities. Celebrate her priorities.
She saw every ending as a new beginning. Celebrate her resiliency.
She discovered her real measurements had nothing to do with numbers or statistics. Celebrate her self-esteem.
She was kind, loving and patient…with herself. Celebrate her tenderness.
She woke up one day and threw away all her excuses. Celebrate her accountability.
She realized that she was missing a great deal by being sensible. Celebrate her spirit.
She turned her can’ts into cans, and her dreams into plans. Celebrate her goals.
She ignored people who said it couldn’t be done. Celebrate her independence.
She had a way of turning obstacles into opportunities. Celebrate her magic.
She went out on a limb, had it break off behind her, and discovered she could fly. Celebrate her faith.
She discovered she was the one she’d been waiting for. Celebrate her self-reliance.
She added so much beauty to being human. Celebrate her presence.
She walked in when everyone else walked out. Celebrate her friendship.
She just has this way of brightening the day. Celebrate her radiance.
She made the whole world feel like home. Celebrate her warmth.
She decided to enjoy more and endure less. Celebrate her choices.
She decided to start living the life she’d imagined. Celebrate her freedom.
She colored her thoughts with only the brightest hues. Celebrate her optimism.
She was an artist and her life was her canvas. Celebrate her brilliance.
She ran ahead where there were no paths. Celebrate her bravery.
She crossed borders recklessly, refusing to recognize limits, saying bonjour and buon giorno as though she owned both France and Italy and the day itself. Celebrate her joie de vivre.
She held her head high and looked the world straight in the eye. Celebrate her strength.
She not only saw a light at the end of the tunnel she became that light for others. Celebrate her compassion.
She designed a life she loved. Celebrate her joy.
She took the leap and built her wings on the way down. Celebrate her daring.
She said bye-bye to unhealthy relationships. Celebrate her happiness.
She remained true to herself. Celebrate her authenticity.
She made the world a better place. Celebrate her.