Fresh starts

There is something so absolutely cathartic about a fresh start-new notebooks, clean closets, found loves, job changes, relocation, untouched snow and pressed linen shirts-just to name a few- all represent the promise of something better to come.   A sense of renewal, opportunity and second chances gives us the much needed fuel to forge ahead in new directions.  As we head towards 2011, allow yourself to embrace the newness and let it enter your mind and fill the space that you made for it as you brush away the past year’s failings and disappointments.

new roads, new beginnings

Will there be peace on earth for children?

It seems to me that is truly the great question of the ages.  Why haven’t societies been able to foster peace for the sake of their children ?

While traveling in Bosnia a year after the war ended, I found that question repeatedly playing in my head.  To date, I have not found a satisfactorily comprehensible answer.  But I do know this, it starts small, with every day gestures and it is the responsibility of the older generation to offer themselves as models of peaceable behavior to the young ones. Only then can we influence the future to be better than our own pasts to spare the lives, heartache and devastation caused by conflict.   I wish you peace.peace by the ocean

College decisions, a visit to Yale

If I were to change just one decision in my life, it would be hard to determine what it would be.  As the season for college decisions has just about ended, I have reflected on that decision in particular and as proud as I am of the great education I received at University of Massachusetts Amherst, after a visit to Yale recently, I found myself enchanted, and completely transfixed by this school. It must be the ivy magic.

Waiting

dog at the doorDo you ever feel as though you spend too much time waiting?
Waiting for someone to meet you for dinner who is chronically late, waiting for the humidity to pass and the sunny dry days to return as we in the northeast have done for the last several weeks, waiting for an email and checking repeatedly as if that would make it suddenly appear in your inbox sooner than it would if you weren’t constantly clicking the send/receive button, waiting for the coffee to brew so that you don’t have to drink the sludge in the bottom of the pot…

This photo made me realize how much i make my pooch wait for me…she waits to be fed, waits to go out, waits to come in, waits as i ready myself to leave the house, and waits even more eagerly for me to come home. she is really good at waiting. once in a blue moon she utters a little, but deep woof to remind me that she is waiting. i love her, but i do make her wait far more than i should. if she were able to tell me as one of my friends did several years ago that it hurts her feelings when i make her wait, i would do my best to limit the waiting for her. i was upset when my friend told me that, but it made me make a concerted effort to be prompt.

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