When I hear the word compassion, my first thoughts dance around the act of offering it: offering someone compassion. There's always an object, a recipient of the compassionate act. And how rare it is that I am the object of my own compassion . . .
Tag: Burning a Bay Leaf
Who has their shit together *all* the time?
You may think of me as someone who has her shit together. Corporate job. Amazing marriage. World travel. Oodles of time to create. t may surprise you to learn how much I struggle from day to day and breath to breath...
The Scent of Bay
The practice of burning bay leaves dates back to Greek times, to the best of my research, and it's believed to be one of the herbs burned for the Oracle at Delphi as she entered trances for temple visitors. Doug and I visited Delphi on our honeymoon in 2003, and so this scent is now indelibly overlaid with image of the olive trees that dot Delphi's landscape.