Emerald waters fill the horizon here, and the hush-rush of waves meeting the sandy shore fill the ear. Both fill my heart. Here I am on another Beach Retreat—how many years have we done this now? We have wondered, unable to pinpoint it exactly. I think this may be year…
Was it just one week ago? It feels much longer. I can still hear the Pacific waves crashing to shore. I can still feel the warmth of the sun and the cool of the breeze. And I can still sense the comfort of being tucked next to my soul mate’s…
This just might be the age of the personal quest. People are biking across country or running 52 marathons in 52 weeks or doing something every day for a year. Feats like these are markers, pinpointing the place where heart and action crossed paths and joined hands. I’ve had a…
By nature, I’m a dreamer. I could read and ponder my days away, staring into the skies and scribbling in journals to process the many thoughts that rattle about in my heart, soul, and mind. What I am by nature has also been influenced by nurture. I would name many…
In my last weeks as an undergraduate student, I spent my daydreaming on my yet-to-be-decided first professional job. I imagined it would match the project work from my capstone courses—research, problem solving, team discussion, discovery, reporting. To say I romanticized the notion of work would be an understatement.
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