by Renée Silvus
Admit it, you know you’re good at a lot of things. You do them every day on auto-pilot—making decisions on the fly, helping someone learn something, creating a delicious dinner. Zipping through a project, job, or errands because you reverse-engineered the whole gig....
by Renée Silvus
Those of you who have seen me around food know there’s a little weirdness. I obsess over vegetable representation, scrape pots and bowls with spatulas, freeze anything after four days, forage for crunchy bites, and never miss a meal. Must have starved in another...
by Renée Silvus
The thoughtful K gifted me with a few days at St. Gertrude’s Monastery in Cottonwood, Idaho. Built in the 1920’s, the monastery sits on the Camas prairie, with two red domes lifting over the four-storied stone building. It’s perched on a wooded hillside with...
by Renée Silvus
On a recent stay with my 86-year-old dad in Ohio, I got to practice checking my impatience and slowing down. Dad loves “visiting,” which means telling anecdotes from random threads of memories. It’s also a practice of kindness and respect for me to listen to the...
by Renée Silvus
Mid-February is a mixed-up time in the mountains—the sun is higher and the snow melting. Then more snow arrives and the wind heaves it all over the dry roads. I feel hopeful about spring along with a little “No, wait!” to finish those winter projects. Anyone else? I...
by Renée Silvus
You last saw me rambling here about “Right Action” and what it means to do your job skillfully, selflessly, and cheerfully. I fully expected to return from a pilgrimage in India with clarity, new resolve, and fresh energy to dive into exactly that....
