“We can never know about the days to come
But we think about them anyway”

–Carly Simon

I’ve been fortunate enough to spend July and August at our vacation home in Colorado. I’ve done a lot of walking, a lot of writing and reading, a lot of listening to the river. The dogs have come to expect a 7:00 am walk that has many more exciting sights and smells than their neighborhood in Omaha. A latte from the local coffee shop tastes better sitting on the deck than it does rushing to an appointment.  I’ve even come to enjoy the daily rain shower that washes the mountains and then passes quickly. Yet a restlessness also lingers around the edge of my consciousness. Years ago, I was a high school English teacher and when August came, there was a sadness that summer was ending but anticipation of the new school year. New kids, new material, and the crispness that came with Fall and new beginnings. I’m having that same feeling. I’ve been preparing for new leadership development programs, new workshops, new clients. And part of me can’t wait. But part of me wants to linger a bit longer and be enveloped by the peacefulness of nature.


“The mountains are calling, and I must go.”

–John Muir