Planted this Lily of the Nile in memory of my mom who made me stop on the road in San Diego to dig up a bulb, so I searched years to find this treasure. Next Sunday is Mother’s Day so getting a jumpstart as we think about sending love and gratitude to honor the “moms” in our life. Those that gave us maternal guidance, maybe lessons on how to live,
I remember the peer pressure when I was very young and taking something I didn’t even need or want from a store. I got caught. The shame I felt and the hurt I caused my father was awful. I learned quickly this virtue and yama of yoga philosophy, Asteya, non-stealing. I know how theft feels from the other side, whether an item, my time, energy and sometimes my ideas without
A lie just feels wrong. I remember the guilt I still have today from when I was 7 years old. I hid something from my mother for a dumb reason and didn’t admit I knew where it was when asked. When I found out someone innocent was going to take the blame, I put it back when she wasn’t looking. Still deceptive. I did not feel like I “got away
Our beautiful planet’s vulnerable Wildlife Kingdom Meet, Mr. Miyagi, my sweet water bound Betta friend for the last 10 months. He’s my first pet since losing my favorite cat of 17 years, Kitty who lived through what felt like Nine Lives for both of us. I may not have dogs anymore but relate to the connection we have with our other “family members”. Sounds silly, but I love Mr. Miyagi