



I’ve wandered into the world of instagram (retro filters + easy photo sharing for iPhones) and oh, do I love it.
(I’m at ‘eringoodman’ for my fellow instagram users. I’m also working on getting things configured so anyone who is interested can see my photos on my facebook and twitter.)
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Empty beaches and photo fun are some of the ways I have been returning to my center while leading my first online program.
And you? How are you returning to your center this week?
(Go here if you can’t see the video.)
Tomorrow: Live Facebook Chat with Nicola Alesandrini.
Sunday: Family Re-Charge Welcome Week kick-off.
Today: Quiet. (Amateur videographer-style.)
Inhale. Exhale.
Ahhhh…

Peace, friends.
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This post originally appeared on December 18,2009. I am finding myself needing this reminder again and thought perhaps you might appreciate it as well. xo ~erin
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I know it’s really warm and cozy by the fire and oh so cold outside. I know it takes a long time to find everyone’s mittens and hats and pull all the extra layers on. I know you would rather curl up under a blanket and read.

Go outside anyway.

It’s worth the extra effort.

It really is.

Aunties. Uncles. Cousins. Grandparents. Great Grandparents.
Coffee. Card games. Pie.
Laughter. Running feet. Hide-and-seek.
Late-night crafts with friends.
Wine. Glue guns. Ouch.
So much to be grateful for.
So many blessings.
And yet I must also retreat,
into the mist-filled woods,
my silent sanctuary.
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Sometimes in the busyness of our days I worry that they will not have enough space to wander and wonder.
Yes, I want them to learn how to read and write.
But I also want them to have space in their days for watching clouds, building fairy houses and wondering about the mysteries of our world.
On this wet morning as we walked home from the bus stop, he spotted the dew-covered web and called me over.
With hushed words, we studied its beauty and wondered about its creator. And I was reminded, once again, that simply being outdoors with children and following their lead is often all it takes to transcend into the magic of the natural world.