Lessons From My Daughter

I noticed the yellow leaf pointing the way on our hike in Japan. But my daughter would have just as easily picked up one of the dried, brown leaves or even a wood chip with as much fascination as I had for this shiny, yellow one ūüėČ

Greetings dear readers,

I know I’ve been absent for much of this year. ¬†My life has certainly changed since my daughter was born. But it’s a wonderful new adventure. I wanted to share some of my experience with you. My daughter has opened my eyes to see the world in new and exciting ways. I’ve learned to let go of a lot of things I can’t control. Spit-up on my new outfit? No problem! Dried noodles stuck to the wall? No big deal. Waking up in the middle of the night to soothe a crying baby? Well, not so great, but you get used to it ūüėČ And extra snuggle time with my daughter is a bonus!

Now that she’s 15-months-old, it is really fun to engage with her as we play. She mimics a lot of what I do, like putting her stuffed animals to bed and feeding them from her cup. But what I enjoy the most are the lessons she teaches ME.

  • She appreciates the small things: stones, wood chips, leaves; and she notices little details like a tiny string on the floor or ¬†exactly where she left a single block a few hours or even days ago! When we’re at the zoo, it’s not just the animals she pays attention to, but the wooden fence and posts fascinate her just as much. As I hurry through life, thinking about what I need to get done or where I need to go next, I often miss the little moments, which are really opportunities to experience wonder and joy at this truly phenomenal world we live in.
  • As I mentioned above, my daughter LOVES leaves. As soon as we go outside, she starts looking for them, often picking up one for each hand. Fall is by far her favorite season, which I guess makes sense, since she’s a fall baby. Her middle name even means, “fall child.” Because of her love for leaves, I notice them more when I’m out walking or running, so much that I end up trying to find her the most unique and beautiful kinds–brilliant red, pointed with serrated edges, giant and spade-shaped. But what’s interesting is that when left to her own searching, she usually grabs the oldest, most crumpled, brown leaf she can find. And she holds it tightly, loving it as much as the others, maybe even more. This has taught me how I judge beauty and the aging process.
  • Another thing my daughter loves is grapes. She’s truly a grape monster, especially when it comes to the “moon-drop” variety. She’ll literally try to leap onto the table to get to them. And when she’s eating grapes, she gobble them up faster than she can chew. But what’s really amazing to me is that as much as she loves them, she’s still willing to share her favorite treat with others. When my husband and I are sitting next to her, she’ll offer us one, bringing it right up to our mouths to feed it to us. And not just one, but several. When I’m eating my favorite snack, I tend to hoard it, delighting in the deliciousness, without thinking of sharing. Now, I strive to be more like her–sharing what I like best with those I love.

As we head into the peak of the holiday season, I hope you’ll stop and notice the little things–a beautifully lit Christmas tree or a snowflake on the tip of your finger. When you drink a warm mug of cocoa or a special coffee, maybe you’ll think of sharing it with a friend. And when you search for that perfect holiday outfit, maybe you’ll remember your favorite sweater in the back of the closet, worn out but still oh so snuggly!

Happy holidays ūüôā

Chaos and Courage


Hi my dear readers,

Sorry to have been away so long. ¬†It’s been a crazy, busy, challenging year. ¬†A roller coaster ride if you will. ¬†I just returned from a trip to Japan. ¬†My sixth visit. ¬†I never imagined ten years ago that I would be saying that! ¬†But my life has changed in amazing, unexpected, and positive ways by embracing this new life of adventure that comes along with marrying someone who is a different background than mine. ¬†I wouldn’t change it for anything.

At the close of this year 2016, there is a lot to think about. ¬†Big changes for this country and the world. ¬†What can we do about it but embrace it? ¬†Dive into the unknown and hope things continue to progress and change for the better. ¬†Continue to stand up and fight for the things we believe in. ¬†Hope in our future. ¬†If there is one constant in life, it’s change. ¬†We can expect it just like taxes. ¬†And when we begin to ride the tide of it, we see some amazing sights and begin to transform in unimaginable ways.

It is hard to let go of all the things we hold dear. ¬†The safe and familiar. ¬†For me, flying halfway across the world, living in a time zone completely opposite of ours, is always an adjustment. ¬†Japan in some ways is the complete polar opposite of the U.S. ¬†Their culture is polite, quiet, and small compared to our freestyle lifestyle, chatter, and super-sizing. ¬†But sometimes there’s a beauty in living a life different from your own. ¬†Like the city mouse and country mouse switching places for a day. ¬†You see the world through new eyes. ¬†You find out the way you always do things is not “The Way” but simply the way you always do things. ¬†You learn to adapt and find new things to treasure. ¬†You also better appreciate the familiarities of home.

On this particular trip, I embraced both flying alone and getting around Yokohama for three days by myself while my husband finished up his business trip. ¬†With the jet lag, feeling under the weather, and not knowing the language very well, I wasn’t sure if I could manage. ¬†But I took up the challenge anyway, even knowing how directionally challenged I am. ¬†I managed to ride the subway a few times, explore the city, shop, and eat out at restaurants. ¬†Sometimes not being able to talk was a welcome blessing. ¬†A quiet I don’t often experience at home. ¬†Other times, especially because I’m a Gemini and love to talk, not being able to communicate was frustrating, lonely, and even a little terrifying. ¬†But luckily, it’s very safe to walk around Japan alone as a foreigner. ¬†And if you’re lost or confused, someone will undoubtedly come to your rescue and try to help, even without knowing much English. ¬†As it turns out, I found many ways to connect with others. ¬†Laugher being one of the best universally shared experiences.

So I challenge each of you dear readers to end the year by stepping out of your comfort zone. ¬†Don’t wait until 2017. ¬†Do it now. ¬†Take that first step toward your dream. ¬†Meet someone new. ¬†Go somewhere foreign. ¬†Experience a different culture. ¬†Learn a new language. ¬†Talk to someone of a different background or faith and really get to know them. ¬†And if things become awkward at any moment, don’t walk away, embrace the moment, and simply LAUGH. ¬†Imagine the kind of world we would live in, if we all laughed just a little bit more. ¬†Feared a little less. ¬†Life is chaos, but we can all join in the dance.

“We live in a rainbow of chaos.”- Paul Cezanne

Meditation: Find Your Power Source

Allie Spring, Missouri in the Ozarks

I’ve been away this summer, spending a lot of time by the water. ¬†No surprise, right, with these balmy temperatures. ¬†Water has a natural calming effect on the body. ¬†Maybe it’s the sound it makes. ¬†Or the fact that the human body is made up of mostly water, and so we connect with it as a life-giving source. ¬†It’s almost impossible not to feel a little zen watching the waves roll in and out in rhythmic harmony. ¬†Even swimming feels like a meditative act, especially when you surrender to the water and allow yourself to float along on the surface.

If you’ve ever had a chance to visit a natural spring, you’ll find the added benefit of soaking up the extra minerals in its depths. ¬†The water is cold, but takes on a mysterious and beautiful bluish-green hue. ¬†The plants beneath its surface are bursting with life and flow along with the current.

But why talk about this?  Because I think water is one of the perfect spots to meditate.  While out for a jog, I often stop at the creek near my house to meditate.  I feel a strong sense of connection there.

Water isn’t the only place where you can feel the healing energy of the earth. ¬†The desert is another favorite of mine. ¬†My husband and I have taken 3 trips to the Southwest and something keeps drawing us back. ¬†Could it be the vibrant color contrasts between the red rock, the blue sky, and the green plants? ¬†Or could it be the twisted trees swirling with energy? ¬†Or just the vast amount of empty space that clears the mind and gives it a rest.

I urge you to find your own power source. ¬†That place that makes you feel all chilled out and totally at peace. ¬†A place where you can reconnect with the earth, with your life path, and especially yourself. ¬†You might not even need to travel very far to find it. ¬†Maybe it’s that weeping willow tree in your backyard, whose branches softly sway in the breeze. ¬†Maybe it’s an outdoor garden, your favorite rosebush, or even a statue carved by an artist out of stone. ¬†Stones have existed even longer than trees and will outlive all of us.

Go there, find your stillness, watch your breath, melt into the empty space that surrounds and connects all of us. ¬†Plug into your natural power source, and let it all go…

The Reality of Realizing a Dream

As I mentioned in a previous post, I went to Italy last fall. ¬†It was a monumental trip in so many ways. ¬†Venice was our last stop, and of course, I couldn’t go home without riding the gondola. ¬†Sure, it’s hokey and touristy, not to mention expensive. ¬†BUT it’s also the quintessential Italian experience. ¬†Right?

More importantly, it was all part of the dream I had of one day going to Italy.  It was the equivalent of crossing the finish line in a race.

But what does it mean to actually accomplish a dream? ¬†Is it all that it’s cracked up to be or do you sometimes get to that point and think: hmm, ok, well that was cool, what’s next? ¬†I think that’s why everyone says it’s so important to be in the present moment and enjoy the journey. ¬†That way, when you reach that actual moment of realization, acclaim, success, you don’t deflate.

Allow me to take you on my journey to realizing a lifelong dream and show you what I discovered in the process.

My husband and I decided a morning ride would be just as romantic and quaint as an evening ride, especially since it costs twice as much to ride after dark–and forget about being serenaded, that’s a whole extra charge. ¬†Our hotel recommended a trip around Rialto Bridge and told us we might have to haggle for a fair price. ¬†We found a dock with gondoliers advertising, but decided to check around, since their ride seemed a little short for the price. ¬†But as it turned out, other spots were even busier and no less reasonable in price or time length. ¬†We headed back to our original spot only to watch the gondoliers receive a telephone call and dash away. ¬†What now?

We entered a busy square and found a super tall–I mean gargantuan–male gondolier waving his big hands around and calling out his services. ¬†Well, I knew right away, this was our guy. ¬†He had a friendly face and despite a small concern as to whether he would fit under all the bridges, he seemed the most likely candidate for the job. ¬†I imagined he could steer us anywhere with those hands. ¬†Of course, as soon as we chose him, another couple swooped in like a couple of pigeons, not exactly to steal our guy, but rather to try to get in on the action by sharing a boat and saving some cash. ¬†This is common procedure and even recommended in guidebooks, but I was NOT having it that day. ¬†I mean, this was my shining moment of glory. ¬†I was not planning to share it with a couple of strangers. ¬†Plus there’s only one love seat. ¬†How do you have a romantic moment with other tourists? ¬†Anyway, I waved them away, and the gondolier didn’t seem to mind, so off we went! ¬†But I did feel a little sorry for the couple we left behind, who actually seemed pretty normal and well-intentioned.

Getting into the boat was a feat in and of itself. ¬†And then getting situated. ¬†The gondolier wanted us on certain sides to maintain the balance, but all we could think was: What about our photo ops? ¬†If you know my husband, you know there will be many of those, they need to be just right, and they cannot be dictated by the needs of the person steering the boat even if he’s just trying to do his job and keep us from capsizing or crashing ūüėČ ¬†Well, we got it squared away. ¬†As I say, we had THEE GONDOLIER who was willing to do whatever it took to make us happy and get paid. ¬†So we’re bouncing around trying to pose ourselves and feeling quite antsy and truthfully not really enjoying the moment or noticing much of the scenery except in terms of what would make a great shot. ¬†We reach the Grand Canal, the place to see and be seen, and truly wear ourselves out with photos.

But FINALLY, we settled down, relaxed, and absorbed the sights and sounds of our surroundings.  We cuddled, politely kissed, sailed under bridges, cruised down secluded passageways, listened as our guy chatted about history and architecture while we admired the ambience, and savored every delicious minute.  And even still, it was over too soon.  But again, our gondolier did not rest until he got a few final perfect shots of us in the boat, per our request.

So how did I feel after stepping out of the gondola? ¬†Elated, exhausted, perplexed, complete, and secretly a little bit disappointed although I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. ¬†I’m certain I¬†built up the expectation in my head to a staggering degree that could never quite measure up to any experience in real-time. ¬†But to be fair, I only had romantic, Hollywood movies as a model. ¬†Anything would pale in comparison ūüėČ

So was I totally 100 percent gratified afterwards?  No.  But was it still worth it?  Yes.  And here is why.

Riding in the gondola was a symbolic part of my journey and I couldn’t really consider the trip complete without having experienced this moment.¬†I think for me, it was about honoring the occasion. ¬†It was THE EVENT to mark the rite of passage. ¬†To say I came, I saw, I did everything there was to do in Italy including the gondola ride. ¬†I could then go home feeling certain that I’d accomplished my lifelong dream to go to Italy and discover my roots.

So am I saying don’t bother going after a big dream in case it doesn’t live up to your every expectation? ¬†Of course not. ¬†Go after your dream with confidence! ¬†After all, my trip to Italy as a whole was everything I hoped it would be and more. ¬†But when you reach the TOP, if the view isn’t quite what you expected, no big deal. ¬†It’s the getting there that’s the real prize. ¬†You might even find that the very thing that had been thrashing around, unsettled, in your heart, becomes still. ¬†And whatever comes next, because there will certainly be new mountains to climb, you can hold this moment of accomplishment in your mind as a testament that dreams really do come true.







Finding Your Center

What if I told you there was a spot on Earth that marked the world’s center. ¬†Would you want to go?

The axis mundi is known to be the world’s center point connecting sky and earth where all four directions meet. ¬†There are actually many symbolic representations of this point including structures like lighthouses (no wonder I love them!) and natural formations like mountains.

I was lucky enough to encounter several of these on my recent trip to Italy. ¬†One was at the Pantheon¬†in Rome. ¬†It has a concrete dome with a central opening (oculus) to the sky. ¬†And what a view! ¬†The height to the oculus measures the same as its diameter–142 ft. ¬†And if you stand in the center underneath it and look up into the sky, you certainly feel connected to something higher.

Another axis mundi was seen on a hike in the Cinque Terre from Monterosso to Vernazza. ¬†I couldn’t ignore the spot where the earth and especially the sea met the sky. ¬†It was like I was staring at the edge of the world. ¬†Or perhaps it was the center. ¬†I could not tell, only that it was breathtaking.

A skyscraper can also serve as an axis mundi. ¬†I just saw the movie The Walk about Philippe Petit’s walk between the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. ¬†I dare say he was experiencing a divine moment when he did that.

One of the greatest symbols of an axis mundi in literature, religion, and myth is the Cosmic Tree or Tree of Life. ¬†Like all trees, this tree exists on three planes–heaven, earth, and underworld (where its roots are)–and symbolizes immortality. ¬†It makes you look at trees just a little bit differently, doesn’t it?

I was also delighted to discover that the mandala represents an axis mundi. ¬†No wonder they’re such a powerful tool for meditation and centering one’s self!

Even more mind-bending is the notion that the human body itself can serve as an axis mundi.  The Renaissance image of the Vitruvian Man by Leonardo da Vinci symbolizes the axis mundi.  Furthermore, many religions view the human body as a temple and prayer as a column from earth to heaven.  Do you see the connection?

Now, what if I told you the world’s center was right where you stand? ¬†Strive to connect with heaven and earth in this moment. ¬†Then you will find the center inside of you.

“At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.” –Lao Tzu

“I want you to be everything that’s you, deep at the center of your being.” –Confucius


Discovering My Roots in Italy

Hello my dear readers and sorry for the long absence! ¬†My husband and I were celebrating our 5 year anniversary in Italy–an amazing trip which has been on my bucket list for a long time. ¬†It’s quite gratifying to accomplish one of my dreams! ¬†This trip was far more than just a vacation or celebration. ¬†I consider it a pilgrimage of sorts, as I’m part Italian. ¬†One quarter to be exact. ¬†I’d been wanting to delve into my roots and explore part of my cultural background. ¬†Just as my first trip to Japan helped me to understand my Japanese husband better, this trip to Italy helped me understand myself better.

I thought it might be fun to document some of the things I affirmed about myself and share them with you.

  • I understand part of why I was raised Catholic, as this religion played a huge part in developing Italian culture and politics. ¬†The pope and the Vatican are here, which is like a world unto itself. ¬†I can also see why I have an interest in mythology, given Rome’s history which included Greek and Latin influences. ¬†Visiting the Pantheon was quite a unique experience, since it’s been the site of religious worship since about 27 BC! ¬†Even the current building dates back to about 126 AD!
  • I can see why I love learning, knowledge, and books. ¬†So many great minds had the freedom to explore and experiment here including Marco Polo (we visited his actual stomping ground) as well as Amerigo Vespucci and Galileo. ¬†Travel, maps, and stars–all our favorite things!
  • Italians are passionate and emotional by nature but at times disorganized, as am I ūüôā ¬†But gratefully, they really seem to know how to enjoy life! ¬†Which brings me to my next point.
  • ¬†The Italian workday typically starts at 9 or 10am with a long lunch from about 12 or 1 to 3pm. ¬†Shops often close in the evening around 7pm with an 8 or 9pm dinner hour. ¬†This suits my night owl tendencies and sleeping habits. ¬†Perhaps I’ve been running on Italian time all along ūüėČ
  • And the last thing I would like to highlight is..well…the art, of course! ¬†From The Roman Empire, to the Medieval period, culminating in the Italian Renaissance, there was no shortage of creativity here. ¬†So many advancements were made in terms of both subject matter and drawing/sculpting techniques. ¬†Seeing the Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo’s David statue, The Birth of Venus and Primavera (2 paintings by Botticelli) was awe-inspiring to say the least. ¬†I felt without a doubt that art is in my genes. ¬†It’s who I am, and I don’t ever want to forget that.

I encourage all of you to explore what makes you unique. ¬†If you don’t have the ability to travel, then head to your nearest library or bookstore and do some research. ¬†Check out your genealogy and family tree online. ¬†I think the more we can understand where we came from, the better we can know ourselves, and the more we can connect to others.

Ciao for now!