Lesson #6: Follow Your Hunches
Lesson #6: Follow Your Hunches Remembering Why I Trust My IntuitionPenelope and Me: Lessons I Learn (About Intuition) Walking My Dog at the Beach Lesson #6: Follow Your HunchesPenelope smiles. She also talks and gives me The Elvis, one lip jacked up. I’m not exactly...
Lesson #5 Not Everything is a Lesson. Or is it?
Lesson #5 Not Everything is a Lesson. Or is it? Penelope and Me: Lessons I Learn Walking My Dog at the Beach Lesson #5: Not Everything is a Lesson. Or is it? by Dyanne Kelley My guy and I walk Penelope this evening after sundown. It’s a nice time of day, fewer...
Lesson #4: Road Closed. Path Opened.
Penelope and Me: Lessons I Learn Walking My Dog at the Beach Lesson #4: Road Closed. Path Opened. by Dyanne Kelley Lately it’s been too hot to take our normal route where we enter the beach at one place and exit at another farther down. There’s a breeze, and...Lesson #3: Stay Open to the Unexpected
The Power of Positivity We set out this morning both of us thankful for the pleasant breeze. It’s one of those perfect days. Very few people, the end of the week, vacationers planning their trips home. I love these mornings when I can let Penelope off leash to run and...
Lesson # 2: Spread Love and Joy
We meet families with young children coming off the beach today. Mommy, can I pet the dog, the little girl asks? Sure, she’s friendly, I get used to saying as I stop. On this particular morning, the little girl starts with a friendly pet on the head and quickly...Lesson #1: The Present
This is Penelope and me. Sometimes I call her Sweet P for short. We live by the beach where we walk with some regularity mostly on fair weather days but not always. Walking Penelope is a daily exercise in staying present, not letting my mind wonder or get too...
Hey, I’m Not Done Yet! 10 Reasons Midlife Women Rule!
A midlife woman I met recently in need of work and with a lifetime of professional experience shared that she sent out more resumes than she could remember with zero response. Zero. She is sure it’s her age. Just not right, I said to myself. We have so much to offer, I thought emphatically, in immediate defense of her and us collectively, the midlife and beyond women.
Really, do we hit an expiration “use by” date where we should be discarded or sold in some secondary market at a cheaper price? In a culture that values youth and perfection and has repurposed success and spirituality into phrases and brands like “Spiritual Gangster” and “Biz Babes” and gives advice in the literary form of, “Girl, Go Wash Your Face,” “You’re a Bad**s” and “UnF**k Yourself,” where do we midlife women fit in exactly? It seems as if we are caught at the crossroads of either giving into the perception that we are beyond our prime and putting on our frumpy, gag, or screaming, hey, we’re not done yet!
Adventures in Ireland | Pub Life
Pub Life in Ireland Is Alive and Well Ireland Travel, Part 6: Pub Life Midlife Adventures | Traveling My Way Now about the old pubs, one of my favorite places to be in Ireland. Wait, let me get a Guinness before I write this. There are pubs with food and pubs just...Adventures in Ireland | Foodie Ireland
Foodie Ireland | Adventures in Ireland Ireland Travel, Part 5 : Ireland, The Foodie Paradise They say St. Patrick explained the Holy Trinity to the Irish with a shamrock. I think the Holy Trinity has changed in Ireland too. It’s really brown soda bread, Guiness and...Popular Posts
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