• #microblogMonday,  Self-Care,  The Nine Facets,  Women Over 50

    Microblog Monday #34—Are you Aware of the Quiet Beauty of the Season?

    “Pay attention to the quiet beauty of the season. Notice the quiet glow of a candle. Savor the richness of colors around you. Feel the variety of nature’s textures. These are winter’s gifts to each of us.” -Cherryll Sevy We often forget in the holiday crush of activities  to acknowledge the subtle quiet gifts of the season. Observe the small, quiet and simple moments and the natural beauty which is all around us. A bird sitting alone on a bare brown branch on a nearby tree. Red holly berries bright against dark green leaves. Candles glowing silently, creating warm, soothing light. The light of the setting sun against an afternoon…

  • Activism,  Midlife Women,  The Nine Facets,  Women Over 50

    Need to Bring Hope Back into Your Life? Do Something Good for Someone

    This morning, I joined dozens of other volunteers at the Second Harvest Food Bank in San Jose. Working side by side with 20 people on a conveyor line, we filled boxes of vegetables. In 3 hours, our mighty team collectively packed over 900 boxes of 25 lbs of fresh vegetables to be distributed to people who are food insecure and without enough to eat. There are hundreds of volunteers each day at Second Harvest who help bring food to their clients in need. Their operation is amazing. I am in awe of what they do every day, year after year. The volunteers are all ages, backgrounds, and represent the diverse community in…

  • Life Transitions,  Midlife Women,  The Nine Facets,  Traditions,  Women Over 50

    An Old Box of Photos Bring Tears, Connections and a Fresh Perspective

    Treasures from Past Generations Lifting the dusty-covered lid of the bulky gray Rubbermaid storage container, the musty smell of old paper caught me by surprise. I recognized the scent of years gone by and lives recorded on the photographs my mother packed away decades ago. My eyes caught sight of the gold-edged brown cardboard frame peeking out from beneath a manila folder bulging with loose black and white snapshots. I pulled it out. My heart raced as I realized what I had uncovered—my mother’s family pictures, five generations of images buried in that box. Reverently, I eased out the manila folder of loose photos out and placed it on the…