Yesterday my husband Ron and I were driving a stretch of highway that crossed the Pecos River taking in a stunning view of New Mexico’s landscape.

As quickly as it came, it was gone.

Out of nowhere a large white majestic heron flew across our windshield. As I tightly clutched the steering wheel my initial thought was, “Oh No, this bird is going to die”. Then just as quickly as it blocked my view for a moment, it was gone. I felt a little stunned and then overwhelmed with emotion and started to cry. What just happened?

While taking a swim the other day a wise beautiful turtle swam up to say hello. He came so close, it felt obvious he had an important message to deliver

Ron took me to lunch by boat last weekend. I love being on the water and always feel a bigger picture perspective on life cruising across the lake. After lunch we stopped for a swim, and chose a quiet place near the limestone cliffs.

About fourteen years ago, we drove through a tiny strip of a town chiseled out of red rocks in the middle of no where, and vowed we would return one day. Last week our family took that trip back to Moab, UT.

The first night in Africa we stayed in a hotel in Nairobi as we arrived too late (3 of 4 flights) to continue traveling on. That night my dream was vivid. I woke up thinking was this for real or was I dreaming?

In my dream I met a male lion in the garden.

A recent summer’s adventure began in a little thatched roof surf shop nestled into powder white sand next to the turquoise Caribbean sea.

Nervous and jittery I sat down in the vet’s sterile exam room. We knew things weren’t good. A wave of emotion came over me. Not a Tsunami-like feeling– it was more like a slow and steady thunderstorm rolling in to break the tension in the air. What if my thirteen-year-old companion’s life was about to end?