Cheers. Or to your good health. Whatever. “Sláinte” is your typical Gaelic toast when you clink glasses and have a drink with your best friends or your best friends for the moment. So on this St. Patrick’s Day, let me take this moment to say sláinte to you!
Hustling people weave between each other like strands in a tapestry. Constant movement and sound; the music of London Underground. Laughter mingles with sounds of conversations in many languages and the grinding metal and roar of trains. Wind gusting through open end windows stir well-kept hair. Those in the know march down escalators on the…
See with every turning day,how each season wants to make a childof you again, wants you to becomea seeker after rainfall and birdsong,watch now, how it weathers you to a testingin the tried and true, tells youwith each falling leaf, to leave and slip away,even from that branch that held you,to go when you need…
The boulder quietly marks time amidst the everyday buzz of Medford Square, with cars circling the Burying Ground like planes preparing for a landing at nearby Logan Airport. It’s a nice touch, really, a nod to tough New Hampshire granite, honoring the men who left New Hampshire to fight in the Battle of Bunker Hill…
Entertaining guests yesterday I had the question and answer exchange every gardener has: Question: “What’s your secret for growing such a beautiful garden?” Answer: “Miracle Grow.” This of course is completely inaccurate. The real answer takes more time than a cocktail conversation allows.The person asking knows the answer as much as I do. Is Miracle…
“What got you here won’t get you there.” – Marshall Goldsmith Indeed. But knowing where there is is an essential part of making the shift in the what. December is a great time to think about then and there stuff, but really every morning you should reflect a bit on where you’ve been and where…
