Heather

I am sitting at my kitchen table looking out at the pouring rain. We have had far more days of rain over the past few weeks than we have had sun.  If I had been planning to go camping in a tent today, or someone dear to me was planning a garden wedding,  I would be […]

I love this artwork by Perry Taylor. It was part of a Facebook post, on the page Camino Lessons of the Day, that a good friend of mine forwarded to me this morning. The post, which is a great read, was shared from a journal observation by Dennis Welton who had walked the Camino de

“What would I like to do/be now?” It’s a common experience for many older women to know in their hearts that the time has come to start exploring such a question. We might choose to deal with such questioning by becoming incredibly busy. Making up our bucket lists of sorts. It sounds easy enough. Make

      “It’s like I was invisible”, is how my friend expressed her experience of having been ignored by someone much younger during a customer-service exchange.  This word, invisible, has become  common discord for how many older women say they are feeling.  As if somehow there comes a point in our lives that we are no

  Contentment in our lives is not realized from what we have or do not have. Comparing our lives to the lives of others is a recipe for never-ending suffering, as the ego can never be satisfied.   I once heard Wayne Dyer say on a video, “More, is the mantra of the ego”.  I pressed

  No one tells the oceans or the trees or the mountains that they’re too old. They talk of how powerful, how grounded, how awesome they are. Imagine if we thought the same way about ourselves as we get older. Maybe we’d realize how spectacular we are.  ~Becky Hemsley   A friend of mine, and

        Bronnie Ware, in her book, The Top Five Regrets of the Dying, shares that the number one regret people have shared with her, as they near death, is that they wished they had lived a life true to themselves, not a life that others expected of them.  Let’s pause here and

           “When the mantle of nurturer to all drops away, the woman is obliged to ask anew who she is and what she wants to do with her life. She cannot resolve such matters until she becomes more conscious of the various inner forces which block her.      The Middle