by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 30, 2024 | Delightful Podcast, Honoring the Seasons, Living Your Spirituality in Everyday Life
You can listen to this journal entry on my podcast, Delightful: Episode 71. To Fully Rest Apple Amazon Spotify It’s the third day of our five-day skiing trip. And my body wants to rest. We skied all day for two days with snow falling…gliding through tree-lined...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 8, 2022 | Gems of Delight, Honoring the Seasons, Soulful Poetry
I wake up early. The sun promises to rise, but it is still dark. The wind is howling. My dog, Sherlock, notices that I am awake. He waits to see if I’ll venture out of my comfy bed and go downstairs. He stays cuddled up in a large ball in his bed with one eye...
by Lisa McCrohan | Apr 12, 2021 | Following what delights your heart, Honoring the Seasons, living with intention and purpose
When we moved to the house we currently live in almost four years ago, I said to Brian, “When we walk/drive up to the house, I want to see a SEA of TULIPS!” The front garden was lovely, but it wasn’t what I wanted. It was a clear “no.” What was a...
by Lisa McCrohan | Mar 21, 2021 | Honoring the Seasons, Nourishing Our Connections, Soulful Poetry
Spring Yesterday, I dug my handsinto the earth.Cleaned out dead leavesand blossoms from aroundthe hydrangea bushes,lambs ears plants, cherrytrees, and maple trees. Instantly the smell of dirtfilled my senses. I stopped. Ahhhh the smell of spring! As I cleared out what...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 7, 2017 | Honoring the Seasons, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
I write my prayers in my journals. The Divine and I have “conversations.” A few years ago, I wrote this in my journal – it’s me talking and the Divine listening: Me: “It’s snowing outside. I feel the invitation to be inside, wrapped in a warm...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jun 18, 2016 | Following what delights your heart, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Honoring the Seasons, Soulful Poetry
Completely Free I am barefoot now, feeling the grass between my toes, the warm sun against my shoulders. I watch my daughter snap on her helmet with little hands that seem much older than a week ago and get onto her scooter. My son zips by me on his big-boy bike....