Here is a poem that I noticed while staying at the Wolf Den Cabins (near Algonquin park) this past week. I thought it was beautiful.
Its called “Advice from a Tree”:
Here is a poem that I noticed while staying at the Wolf Den Cabins (near Algonquin park) this past week. I thought it was beautiful.
Its called “Advice from a Tree”:
“I would like to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I had been on this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.
This is an article I wrote in response to a request by my former business school, who asked some women alumni to write about their priorities ….
This is what I wrote:
A selfie, like any photograph, interrupts
experience to mark the moment. In this, it
I miss the time when we all had landlines. Where you could go out, free of cell phones and gadgets; no one could reach you and there were no interruptions by flashing little red lights, buzzes or beeps to draw you away from what you were doing or seeing.