When the mid-career couple quit their jobs to open a cafe at the seashore that spring, they didn’t know superstorm Sandy would wreak havoc on their business and their new community in the fall. When my dad finally bought the “little place at the shore that you can sweep out. . . .Show me more . . .
Last time, I wrote about how the weeks between mid-August and early September feel a bit like New Years, no matter how long since your last back-to-school shopping excursion. This time, I’m going to show you how the change of seasons – especially from summer to fall – can become. . . .Show me more . . .
I love summer. I love waiting to spy the first lightning bug every evening. Fresh local produce that makes healthy eating such a simple pleasure. The way a stifling August afternoon inspires guilt-free naps. And popsicles. Anticipation I love looking forward to summer, counting down the days until it feels. . . .Show me more . . .
There is no clear path. Commit to what calls you. ~ Clive Gillinson Sounds a little, uh, life coach-y, doesn’t it? Can’t you just see it on Facebook, beautiful image, text linked to the site of a self-proclaimed self-help guru with that breathy, fake-yoga voice. Clive Gillinson’s nobody’s guru, but. . . .Show me more . . .
It just looks so darn cool, doesn’t it? If any old January first is a time for new beginnings, this one clearly demands action, what with all of those vertical lines, standing at attention and all. That’s what flomotion is all about. Moving. Taking action. Doing something. Something so simple. . . .Show me more . . .