Author: mslauraasmith

I recently started running again after a 5 month hiatus. In the first few weeks I questioned whether or not I belonged locked up someplace. Who would do that to themselves? After the initial training period in which I thought I just might die in the middle of the road, I caught my stride. Running…

Or, the easiest way to save my butt when it is on fire.Recipe for Gratitude1. Grab a couple of friends to play along.2. Create an email with these friends in the CC line3. Title it Monday’s Grats, or Tuesday’s Gratitudeliciousness.4. Write what you are grateful for.5. Send6. Your friends will hit, Reply all and write…

Yesterday I expounded on the audacity of a newspaper thief. Self righteousness run rampant. Watch out world. They stole from ME? When my teenage son handed me the paper yesterday after getting home from school I had to laugh. The universe has such a sense of humor, and enjoyed a great big laugh at my…

Someone stole my newspaper today. I left this morning, a little lazy, driving right past it out of the driveway, to return, three hours later. I found the plastic bag it was packed in, ripped open at the knot and draped nicely over the split rail. The paper itself was only worth 60 cents, but…

What is there to fear in having a relationship with God? Peace, freedom, happiness. Real scary stuff.

Did I forget God, walking across that bridge? Probably.Dear God, help me to walk gracefully through the different transitions I face today. Comfort me when I get scared and be there in case I want to fall. Help me to allow new experiences and release the old. Help me to remember that I am right…

Transitions always make me uncomfortable. A bridge is an image widely used to represent a period of transition. The Rainbow Bridge poem, is given to bereaved pet owners. What is it that makes the image so symbolic? I was walking on a foot bridge over the Housatonic the other day. On either side of me…

What happens when I slow down, the end of a semester spills out onto empty space. When I am not so busy I start to actually feel the stress of everyday life, the garbage spilling over, the bills piling up, and hours of being alone. Where would grace come into empty hours, when the antsiness…