I’ve been consumed with the affairs of my father, and that has left little time for reflection. That is what The Rest is about: stealing minutes, carving out time, focusing on who and what matters most.
I am a late comer, but I discovered something delish a few months back. My daughter and fell in love with The Great British Baking Show. As egg whites were beaten and folded in, we had fun watching the competition unfold.
Thank you for joining me for My January Rest. January 31 was the last day of My January Rest (MJR). … More
I love the New Year! There is something as magical about a New Year as there is about a fresh, … More
The Rest can be a love-hate relationship. When I realize how much I have, how much I want, and how much I waste, I get annoyed. After the initial emotion of annoyance, I quickly become grateful. Gratitude is a wonderful benefit that comes out of The Rest. The Rest changes me; it does.
Welcome to My January Rest’s Wrap-up! This January flew by, but my girl was happy to see it go: she … More
I looked at my scraggly aloe plant this morning and I felt her pain. Seated beside a chilly window, during the … More
When winter hits and the year-end holidays retreat like a tide gone back out to sea, I am left wanting to rest. Rest; the kind that changes weary into wonderful.
The LIEBSTER Award A very big shout out to Innervoice for nominating me for the “LIEBSTER AWARD.” I am grateful that you … More
We had a slow meal and a long, heartfelt talk. This is part of what MJR is designed for—rest for my soul.
From 2015 (last year’s) recap: Mindlessness is the opposite of thoughtfulness. My January Rest causes me to focus, specifically, and occasionally tediously, on reprioritizing what I give my time, talent, and treasures to.
Are you weary and in need of rest? You might need rest if: you have more ideas than umph you … More
A single month can seem like an eternity at times. That is why each new year requires careful consideration as … More
Friday night’s storm launched a sneak attack on our part of the country. It wasn’t that we hadn’t heard that … More
It’s my last day in the tent . . . at least for the season. But, will there even be … More