I loved these two poems. They speak to the spaces of this time. The first one is from Rumi-                               The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd

Yesterday I found out I was furloughed. I was a bit shocked and surprised with the receipt of my afternoon email.  This was the second round of furloughs and I didn't think I would be impacted especially since I had been in morning meetings discussing strategic initiatives.   In the midst of sorting it out in my mind next steps with filing for Unemployment etc.  I came across my daily email

A football field of wild daffodils on a back-country road, a champagne toast at my grandmother's grave site, a flash mob pop up in a neighborhood.  All these moments shared this week with me by my mother, cousin, and a random stranger on Facebook.  The moments, the memories, and the stillness in between give us the tapestry we call life.  Today I ventured out the first time in twenty-one days complete

You'll have to read between the lines with this week's blog. I have been in self-isolation for thirteen days.  For the most part this time alone has been okay given all the ways we can connect.  Four days into self-isolation my friend Jami called me out of the blue. She is always in creation mode so it's always fun and invigorating to talk about what