As the Autumn has progressed I am finding the pulse of truth become known to me.

It’s not a new concept by any means.

But it is a practice. A consistency. Meditation in the form of trust and gut.

It’s showing up to serve the work to move it forward.

Moving a project forward can feel invigorating.
It can feel like one is wonder woman and literally saving the day.

It can also feel like monotony.
The dirty work.
The scrubbing the floor just to have millions of feet walk all over it again.

And there it is. That pulse. It is steady and true.

Although one may feel that there is nothing to show for what one did to ‘move it forward’ today. There is an accumulation of days that can bring ‘it’ to the light.

It is something that only tenacity, grace and a bit of a stubborn nature can produce.

May we not discredit our work, no matter how big or how small.
How much the paycheck is or isn’t.
How many likes we receive or don’t.
How loud the applause or how quiet.

May we be more focused on serving the work before us and moving it forward to its next right place, even just a smidge more.

Eventually, we’ll look behind us and realize we climbed a mountain and despite the results and how many people saw,

we did it.

Zoë & I on our weekly skating date together.

It’s that time of year again!

Skating always calls to me. Even when I am not on the ice, my legs want to be. Working the sport back into my life in a way that can also be a full experience for my daughter has been a challenge, joy and source of light. It has a way of getting us out and moving, honing skills, enjoy a sport and experiencing each other in a unique atmosphere outside the daily grind.

Skating, I believe, gives you every lesson you need in life. Learning how to fall and get back up. (because you will and should fall) Letting yourself be loose and go with the flow, taking a risk, trying something new, being creative, diligently practicing… the list goes on.

Of course I would love it if Zoë shared in my love of figure skating and surpassed me in skill, but more than anything, what the rink gives us is a way to express ourselves both physically and creatively.

Watching her learn this , is something that I hope gives her wings to fly, be them literally on the ice or elsewhere in her life.