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Today is the solstice and the first day of winter. Winter light whispers softly to me. What it is saying? “Go gently, as this is a time of transition and renewal”. The longest night is also a turning point for reflection, gratitude, and vision. It is a pause that honors nature’s rhythm. It is a time of darkness and rebirth. A time of hope and healing, nurturing one’s physical and spiritual self. I am embracing the dark, this time of transformation much as the she-bear is doin

A New Beginning' by Miriam Bouwens The New Year holds many exciting things here at the Herstory desk. Thanks to the talent, generosity, love and kindness of two amazing friends, this blog and my other social media will have a whole new look. Previously I acknowledged the site needed work, and it did! I just lacked the skills to make changes. However, two tireless earth angels or “transformers” have been working on it, and the new site will have its debut early in January. It

As we age, our perspectives change. We have much greater clarity about what is important in our lives. It is not the material possessions, or the job, or the car we may have once worked for and valued. For me anyway, much that I once held as important has dropped away. What filled that spot is a new reverence and gratitude for every new day, a sense of purpose, independence, quality of life, what I can give back. What I now hold dear are intangibles.  The joy of knowing my ad

Spirit of adventure. Have you ever longed for adventure? Longed to be a wanderer, envying the gypsy life? I have and I was! In 1999, I retired for the first time, gave away many possessions and put the rest in storage. That began my summer of solo wandering. I had always wanted to come west, but on a Harley Davidson. I didn’t have a Harley, and I had sold my Honda. I had two amazing K-9 companions, a Wolf hybrid (grey wolf, and we never knew what else, suspected Shepherd - a

There are things to be grateful for each day, and I am. Sometimes they are monumental things; other times they are tiny things that might have gone unnoticed. Back in January, I began a gratitude journal. At the end of each day, I write what I’m especially grateful for.  It makes me remember how much I have and how many times I was blessed that day, even on the “worst” of days.  Some thoughts from AI - The meaning of gratitude involves a conscious effort to recognize the valu

Hello, and thanks for stopping by. What are the pillars of sustainability in your life that keep you balanced? I have thinking about mine are this week. I’d love to hear what your pillars are. Love, kindness, and gratitude are mine I decided. The past week has delighted me with   huge dose of all three. I feel grounded in the love and kindness that has been shared with me with deep gratitude resulting. I am blessed. Do you think our hearts can smile? I do. Because mine is.  C

Worth. Self-worth. I have been thinking a lot about that word this week. I had an experience that brought me to my knees this week. I felt no self-worth, less than nothing, and a complete waste of space. It wasn’t other people or circumstances that caused this…it was me. I was stunned that after all these years this could still happen in the blink of an eye. Yet it did. I think I was looking for some insights when I found the following.  AI tells me that: “Women who don’t rea

Have you ever felt untethered, confused, frustrated and perhaps a little depressed - if there is such a thing as a little depression? Many women I know have. I have. You feel lost. You may have had no one to turn to, and if you did, how could you possibly put into words what you were feeling or going through? I think it is something that many women of my generation can identify with. Children born that you adore but you are exhausted. There is no end to the daily struggles! O

I have been contemplating “belonging” this morning. What does it mean? Webster says: Belonging is the feeling of security and support when there is a sense of acceptance, inclusion, and identity for a member of a certain group. It is when an individual can bring their authentic self to work.  It is no wonder I have struggled with this for years. In my youth, my authentic self was never good enough, or it was too much. She was someone who had to be hidden. Hiding became a habi

A midweek check-in. I took Sunday off to revel in the autumn leaves! I was also reveling in the strength of “we the people.” Brave, strong, determined, peaceful.  Women who are brave and strong always inspire. Against almost all odds, this amazing woman not only carved out a great place in history for herself but created a treasured, one of a kind, library. A true inspiration to what an indomitable spirit can do!