Guten Tag, Reader, āDie hat doch einen Vogel,ā they say in Germany, āShe has a bird,ā when someone talks or acts a little off. As if thatās a bad thing. The bird. Or the off-ness. Not in my book. The one that I am writing in my head. Where the birds live. And where they peep. Peep. Peep. Peep. Sometimes, the Germans are specific about the kind of birdāa chickadee (āne Meise). And those have been chickad-ing and dee-ing from the trees recently. Almost as crazy as a human with a bird in her head. As if they, too, had difficulty containing their thoughts, ideas, and celebrations. Will you join me and the chickadees in celebration of some humans with birds and their crazy ideas? Like whipping up chickpea water to bake vegan meringue. Or putting dry old corn in a pot and watching it explode into the best of snacks. And you! Yes, you! You had a crazy idea just last week! Remember? Perhaps you donāt. Perhaps your inner bird catcher convinced you it was only a dream. As if those werenāt real. But if you do remember, tell me. Maybe in a poem. It is the month for it (probably first suggested by a human with a bird, poetry month). Now that I think about it, donāt all poets have a bird? Isnāt it a necessary condition of the poetic to be a little off? My birds (yes, I might as well confess to the plural) have recently been less poetic, more what-if-we-made-this-thing. And I am happy to share some of those things with you: Moss HourIf you have felt off, but not in a cute, birdish kinda way, please consider joining me for Moss Hour, a 90-minute online Nature Therapy session. They will happen every 1st Monday of the month, starting tomorrow. They are designed to bring you back to the present momentācalming your mind and restoring balance while strengthening your connection to nature and your Self. Even if you canāt make it, please share this vital medicine with your friends. Midlife MischiefI am looking for 8-10 midlife women to join me on an experiment ā a mini-course consisting of 9 short video lessons (5-10 minutes) delivered via email over four weeks. Participation will cost you absolutely zero money, but I will ask for your feedback afterward, so I will ask you to invest time to participate. Whatās Midlife Mischief about? Youāll learn to turn your curiosity and creativity into your unique anti-anxiety elixir. Interested? There is no website or sign-up. Simply email me, and youāre in. Weāll get started in early May. wildHER Rogue River AdventureYou can still decide to go Rogue for a week with me and a bunch of other badass women. We have five spots remaining, so join us. And please bring all your birds... I will see you back here in two weeks. If you liked this letter, please forward it to a friend. Always on your side, truly, p.s. If you got something from today's letter, why not buy me a coffee? I am keeping my writing AI-free, which means a lot of creative goes into it. You can leave me a tip here. |
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