Shout with joy, it’s spring!!
New beginnings, new birth, and new opportunity. Nature has reminded me that life goes on in spite of the dreary winter or the dreary 2020. The azaleas are in full bloom in my yard and the dogwood trees have bursts of white blooms among their branches.
It’s so easy to get caught up in what’s not right in the world and lose sight of this very moment. This moment right now when you are reading this post is where all your power exists. My past will never be again, and my future has not yet arrived. All I have is right…this…very…moment, with you.
What are you doing? How are you feeling? Who are you with? Where are you sitting or standing? Look around at your surroundings.
Now I want you to focus on something nearby that is lovely or interesting or odd. Something that catches your eye, and then spend 5 extra seconds really looking at it. an object, a person, a pet, the fuzzy sock on your...
I just got back from a blissful wooded walk. We live in a beautiful rural part of north central Florida with magnolia and oak trees whose limbs are filled with Spanish moss gracefully draping over the branches that reach out parallel to the dirt road we live on. The beauty of the trees and the peace and quiet is a soul soothing experience.
I was feeling grumbly as I started out this morning about Covid and not feeling safe to travel and fly and see new sights and sounds and people.
Poor me, woe is me, it's unfair...to me.
Then I stopped at the far end of the road west of our house and sat on a stump and just sat there in silence for a while. Once I stopped thinking about ME, I began listening to the wind in the trees. It sounded like the beginning of Appalachian Spring the Aaron Copeland symphony.
Then the birds joined in as if they were the flutes and piccolos adding to the complexity of the song. Up from my phone popped a 1 minute audio from the app Waking Up...
On my walk this morning it was so foggy I could hardly see 5 feet in front of me. I have walked on the same country road for 35+ years yet today it felt mysterious and foreign. I was uncertain about who or what I might run into and I became tentative and cautious.
Foggy uncertainty is what most of the world has been experiencing in the past 11 months isn't it? Our usual path has been obscured from view and our familiar landmarks and reference points have been upended.
Over this past year, I too have had many moments of bewilderment and had to stop and pause to recalibrate my direction.
When a gymnast on the balance beam begins to fall, she doesn't just keep going, she stops, regains her balance, focuses on her next move and only then continues on.
This week I facilitated a Zoom call with 60+ hospice Chief Clinical and Operations Officers from across the US. The levels of exhaustion and frustration are still very high, vaccine rollouts are...
Let It Go
This Christmas I received a treasured gift, a Hallmark Keepsake ornament of Queen Elsa from the Disney movie FROZEN. She is standing with her arms wide open and a confident smile on her face, and at the press of a button, she sings LET IT GO
Let it go! Let it go!
And I’ll rise like the break of dawn!
Let it go! Let it go!
That perfect girl is gone!
Here I stand in the light of day…
Let the storm rage on!!!
The cold never bothered me anyway
My gift-giving friend and colleague Jaysen must have searched high and low for this 2015 ornament. His effort touched my heart. In 2019 Jaysen attended my first ever 2-day LIVE event at Disney World called “RETURN TO PURPOSE.” Each morning I would come into the room with that song LET IT GO blaring over the speakers. It was my reminder that on those 2 days, I would not hold back who I was and wanted the attendees to do the same. It was magical.
Today, Elsa sits next to my computer, confident...
I listened with rapt attention to young Amanda Gorman recite her poem “The Hill We Climb” at the inauguration of Joe Biden. I was astonished how her words, placed together in unexpected arrangements, so deeply moved me, like the notes of a melody that touches my heart. Her last stanza says:
“…When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it”
For there is always Light. There is also always Love, but only, if ONLY we are brave enough to see it and to BE the Light and the Love.
There are many who are giddy with excitement about the new president and our first woman vice president. I often wondered if I would live long enough to witness a woman in such a high position. There are also many who are horrified and disgusted with the same result. Then there are those who took their outrage to...
Many of my Hospice clients are experiencing staff shortages due to Covid19. Older nurses are retiring and some staff are leaving healthcare completely. Hiring new managers and staff without hospice experience or moving existing staff into new leadership positions is normal at the time of crisis.
Finding new ways to regularly support new managers/leaders into being great hospice leaders takes time and focused intention. Now more than every newer manager and seasoned ones too can benefit from my yearlong Hospice Master Class Membership training. A new class starts in January 2021 with live virtual training each month along with worksheets and special bonuses.
Here is some feedback from this year’s class:
Be the Light
December is a month of beauty and celebration and reflection and exhaustion. People in the working world are rushing to finish year-end projects, budgets, and goals. Analyzing what went right and what went wrong during the past 12 months while focusing on what to expect in the coming year. Between the major holidays and cultural expectations, we pack an unrealistic amount of “To Do’s” into this 1 month. December has a lot of pressure on its shoulders!
This year December has a frightening new challenge. In addition to all the usual December pressures and delights, now we must consider what to do about gifting and gathering during the most alarming time in modern US history: Covid19.
This year why don’t we take advantage of the stay at home recommendations, put on the holiday music, don our best sweat pants and holiday sweaters, light a candle or 8, make cookies and eat them ourselves, write love notes to everyone we know and give...
It’s November and Thanksgiving is but a blink away. This is my favorite holiday because it’s focused on generosity, gathering with people we love, and eating food from recipes handed down by generations. "We Gather Together" the Christian hymn of Dutch origin is my go-to Thanksgiving song.
My early memories of Thanksgiving are of the smells coming from my grandmother’s kitchen. Turkey roasting in the oven next to the homemade Icebox rolls, mashed potatoes, and gravy, and the oyster dressing she made just for my dad. And it wouldn’t have been Thanksgiving without my grandpa’s “Best Yet” cranberry salad. My great grandmother Mayme (grandpa’s mother) would always exclaim, “Elmer, that cranberry salad is the best yet!” And hence the name stuck! I have grandpa’s original recipe card in his own handwriting, and now Tori, his great-granddaughter has a copy.
My mom and Tori with the...