We make decisions every day that affect our journey, our bigger picture, our lives. We sacrifice our sense of stillness and peace for the frenetic activity of a life filled with circular activities and endless “to do” lists.

In many ways, we live our lives like squirrels….

Squirrels appear to live in a particular frenzy of indecision, especially if they are trying to cross the road in front of your car.

Yes….No….  Go Back…..  Go Forward…..  Watch Out…..  Wait….

Hurry up…..Run for the hills…..

Their antics are almost comical except it involves their very existence.  Their little tiny brains are making little tiny split decisions that involve their own little tiny mortality.

Now I am certainly not saying that we have little tiny brains and scamper crazily through life, but sometimes it feels that way.

We scurry too much and put too much focus on our “to do” lists – errands, kids, jobs, partners, homes, storing nuts for the winter.  What is remarkable is how rarely we put ourselves first on that list, if we are on the list at all.

Yet, despite all of this activity, something is still not quite right. There is an ache inside and you’re not sure what that’s all about, but you keep doing your stuff, checking off that list, scurrying from tree to tree.

Until one day, you realize that your life is short and that funny feeling inside isn’t going away no matter how much you try to ignore it.

I can help….

Working one-on-one, we refocus your energy on you.

You will gain tools that help you see the bigger picture and learn what the funky feeling inside is all about.  Together, we work to retwinklize your life, so you can stop scurrying and start living your life with joy and meaning.

Too much reality? My rant….

I spend much of my time working with clients about focusing on their own reality, questioning negative thoughts, becoming their own best selves. But is it possible to have too much reality?

I understand that it’s important to live out loud and to speak your own truth authentically and honestly, but where do we draw the line. When is enough, enough?

Let’s look at toilet paper commercials …

Charmin features a bear who has tufts of TP adhering to his fur behind, with the claim that it “leaves fewer pieces behind”. I can’t get the image out of my mind of that little bear dancing around with toilet paper fluffed on his bottom. Too much information!

Then there is the more down to earth Quilted Northern commercial about the importance of having paper that “gets you clean while helping to keep your hands clean”. Ew. Ew. Ew. Did I say TMI?

Personally, I think its time for them to get some perspective.

Clearly the marketing people are spending way too much time brainstorming toilet paper features and benefits, without thinking of the bigger picture.

At least Scott paper has figured out we all want to be greener and has eliminated the inner tube.

I really didn’t intend this piece to become a discussion on toilet paper, but it does serve to be a metaphor for clear thinking and cleaner living.

We are spending too much time talking about nonsense and too little talking about what really matters – making our world a better place to live and ourselves happier and at peace.

End of rant.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

I am absolutely amazed at how happy I am to have a cuckoo clock in our house.

Now I need you to know, that we didn’t go out and buy this.  My father proudly bought it home on one of his many trips to Switzerland.  It is a Lotscher Swiss chalet cuckoo clock made in Brienz, Switzerland. The rocks are from Brienz, the sand is from Brienz.  This is a little piece of Switzerland.

Anyway, the clock  sat in the basement catching dust amongst a lot of other stuff until we started clearing out the family homestead. Mom is downsizing. We took the clock and have put it in a prominent spot in the family room.

First of all, there is a lot to learn about cuckoo clocks.  The clock will not work unless it is perfectly flush against the wall and perfectly even.  Naive us, we hammered in the nail, hung up the clock, pushed the pendulum and walked away.

No good, so we did it again.

And again.

Finally, we made the trip to the garage, got the level and actually got the clock to work for more than two minutes.

The next frontier was to encourage the little people to come out to dance, the cuckoo to sing, and yes, the water wheel to turn.  For some reason, they were shy.  It took them about an hour to get their dancing shoes on and get ready for a spin.  Now everything is rocking and rolling!

With some added adjustments for time accuracy, the clock is now ticking away — chirping at the half hour and dancing on the hour.

What’s amazing to me, is how much I am enjoying having it it chirp and tweet and dance at me every thirty minutes.  Its an ongoing reminder not to take the world too seriously and to dance just a little bit at least every thirty minutes.  It might take a little work, but in the long run, its worth it.