So many times as spring has been burgeoning these past almost nine weeks, I’ve begun writing about its magic – but, alas, only in my head and not on the computer. 

Is forgiving REALLY essential to moving forward/growing? Does it really get to the heart of the matter?

So hard to believe, but it’s been three months since last I wrote here.  In mid-December I did write my annual Solstice/New Year’s letter to send out along with this year’s gift-from-the-Grandmothers New Year’s card.

When anyone says, “you’re being selfish,” we typically stop in our tracks, often feeling somewhat ashamed or suddenly not-okay about the behavior or choice that’s being called selfish.

Coming in the other morning I noticed how much deadheading needed to be done in my container garden and how much leaf litter the wind the day before had blown all over the patio around the pots.

Is it really “Procrastination” or is it something else entirely?

Though I continue to be committed to moving only as fast as my slowest part feels safe to go, these past nine weeks have been so full I haven’t (till now) found the space to step out of the flow long enough to write my reflections about this remarkable time.

Like so many of us (from 30 to 50% of the population depending on which statistic you credit), I revel the quiet richness of solitude. I feel deeply nourished and replenished by the time I spend with only my self as company.

The delightful interview/conversation (about the Go Only as Fast… book) that my dear friend Justine Toms of New Dimensions Media and I taped in Petaluma this late June has been airing on myriad NPR stations around the world this week.

In a Developmental Psychology class way back in the early days of graduate school (in the 1960s) I remember learning about the Gestalt Theory of the stages of child development.

While, with more reasonable (hi 80s low 90s) temperatures this month, the garden hasn’t been so challenged by heat, it turns out that I’m being more bothered by even this moderate level of hot than ever I used to be, sigh!

Surrounded, as we are, by our more, bigger, faster, done-yesterday culture, we’ve been misled into believing that growth is a linear process.

From the beginnings of her emergence, the Mommy-inside me lovingly assured me that mistakes are things that happen in everyone’s lives, frequently: “no one can do everything right all of the time,” she said!

Growth and forward motion continue whether we are vigilant or not.

Last night I was meandering along the fire road trail I love to walk on at dusk. I was stopped in my tracks by the sight, just at the edge of the road, of two rattlesnakes engaged together in an amazing ballet.

Though I thought I’d refined all the glitches in my recent re-do of the drip irrigation system for the garden, the excessive heat has revealed several locations that needed retooling – this tweaking seems to go on and on.

I rarely read media but while overnighting in Capitola, California en route to my vacation rental in Bodega Bay just a bit over two weeks ago (more to come about that), I picked up the Santa Cruz area weekly alternative newspaper.

The flowers: roses in yellows, deep pink and reds; Gloriosa daisies in brilliant yellows and browns; white Shasta daisies with yellow centers; overflowing pots of grinning pansies in purple, white and yellow; pink and rose striped supertunias still thriving

Here is a snippet of Robyn's interview with Jeff Ferrannini host of Planetary Spirit on etinradio.org. Jeff has just asked Robyn to share a bit about how one might connect with their own little ones inside.