Embracing Silence: The Owl’s Call to Mindful Listening

A wise old owl sat on an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard.” —old proverb

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Listening in the Dark 🌌

I am an early riser, typically awake before the sun. A few weeks ago, my ears perked at the haunting, penetrating call of an owl. Its “Hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo” echoed around our yard as I looked out into the murky dark. Since then, I intentionally listen for its steadfast call. It has become both a comfort and a mystery—an invitation to listen, reflect, and learn something new.

The owl’s call continues, I am certain, even when I am not listening; yet it requires my full attention in those predawn hours if I hope to notice it regularly. Its presence illustrates the importance of listening and discerning with care and purpose.

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What Owls Teach Us About Voice 🗣️

The autumnal hoots I hear, I learned after a bit of research, are used mostly to communicate territory and to call to potential mates. (It is worth noting that many owl species mate for life, finding another only if a partner dies or becomes separated.) Owls also use distinct calls to warn a mate, their nestlings, or even neighboring owls when danger is near. Only when the threat is imminent do they screech, hiss, or snap their beaks in defense of their young. Like the owl, we, too, can carefully choose when to use our voices amid the noise of the world, saving our own form of “screeching” for the rarest and most necessary moments.

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Signals of Respect and Coexistence 🦉

As I read more, I couldn’t help admiring how owls communicate—practically, respectfully, almost as if to say, “I am here. You are there. Let us coexist with our shared resources and help ward off danger.” To be certain, I am personifying and simplifying their communication, but perhaps there is a lesson for us. In a world that often isn’t equitable in its distribution of resources, space, or power, maybe we can learn the art of signaling like owls—communicating truthfully and transparently without silencing others. What if we approached our conversations with presence, restraint, respect, and a shared awareness of the landscape we inhabit?

Holding Our Ground with Grace 🙏

Hearing the owl’s early morning “Hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo” reinforces the importance of holding our own ground—our principles, values, beliefs, and even compassions—without becoming loud or defensive. The owl does not insist on being seen; rather, it asserts its message with a reserved dignity. We, too, can claim our “territory” through composed conviction and fairness, standing firm without demeaning others. Faith in our tenets, like my unseen morning owl, calls us to trust what cannot be seen but can be discerned only in stillness.

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Fall is a time of release and renewal.

Autumn’s Invitation to Adapt 🍂

Autumn is a season of release and preparation. Light softens, signaling leaves to fall as trees ready themselves for winter’s quiet work. Many creatures follow this rhythm, including the owl in my backyard adapting to the shifting season. We, too, are invited to adapt—to let go of what is no longer needed, recalibrate our priorities, and listen more deeply. The natural world thrives on balance, which is different from our human desire for “fairness.” It exists in a subtle harmony in which every being plays a role. I wonder what might happen if we focused more on harmony—the give-and-take of shared ecosystems and resources—paired with the wisdom of knowing when to listen and when to speak.

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The Harmony of Coexistence 🕊️

The autumn owl’s voice in my backyard is solitary, and yet it reflects community. It marks its presence while acknowledging the presence of others, including us. Coexistence, the owl teaches, requires more than hearing what others say; it requires listening to the silences. Of course, human coexistence is complicated, and life often isn’t what we would call fair.

Therefore, it becomes incumbent upon us to listen, act kindly, and withhold judgment—offering small or not-so-small acts of goodness to help restore balance. This may mean choosing gentleness, or even silence, over the need to be “right,” especially when a loved one, friend, or coworker says or posts something unkind or expresses an opinion we strongly oppose. Likewise, offering compassion instead of judgment when someone is rude or ill-behaved can shift a moment for the better, even if only because we have refused to be pulled into energy-sapping negativity.

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Before the Light Returns 🌅

The owl still calls unseen in the dark predawn hours, reminding us that communication, connection, and hope often begin before the light returns. The owl does not question whether the sun will rise; it simply continues its call, trusting the rhythm of creation. Like my unseen neighbor, I pray we find the courage to speak fairly, listen deeply, and have faith in the unseen process—knowing that every voice lifted in love and fairness echoes far beyond what we can see.

Perhaps that is the heart of the owl’s lesson: when we listen more deeply, we create the conditions for fairness to grow. As I recently read, “Life isn’t fair. It isn’t, which is why people should endeavor to be more fair to one another, not less.” —Kate Quinn.

Running Toward Hope: A Marathon of Movement and Love

Every run is a work of art, a drawing on each day’s canvas. Some runs are shouts and some runs are whispers. Some runs are eulogies and others celebrations.”—Dagny Scott Barrios

A group of three people, including a man in a green hoodie, a woman in a bright orange top with a running bib, and a woman in a gray sweater, gather smiling at a running event in an outdoor setting with other runners in the background.
Just before the start of the marathon I took time to get a hug from my two biggest supporters throughout the training process: my husband, L, and my daughter, R.

A Morning of Reflection and Gratitude 🌅

A light mist fell as an overcast gray morning began to chase away the night. I stood quietly in a throng of animated runners, taking deep breaths as reflection and gratitude washed over me. Months of preparation had led to this moment, and I felt thankful not only for my health but for the loving support that carried me here—to this celebration of movement, resilience, and connection.

Running as an Act of Hope ✨

It had been ten years since I last pinned on a bib for this distance, and my body hummed with anticipation, hope, and belief—the belief that movement is for everyone at every age, and that it is, in itself, an act of hope. I was about to embark on an emotional 26.2-mile trail of faith that became more about the people who supported me than the miles themselves.

Discovering Joy in Gentle Movement 😄

I came to running later in life, and it wasn’t easy at first. Only when I learned to approach running gently—to let go of preconceived (and societal) notions of what running “should” be—did I discover paths full of freedom, clarity, and renewal. Movement, whether running, walking, dancing, or stretching, benefits body, mind, and spirit. It brings a sense of structure to an often chaotic world and offers a feeling of accomplishment—if nothing else goes right in a day, at least I moved my body. Movement brings us alive to ourselves, our spirit, and, in turn, to the world around us.

The joy, I’ve learned, is in the doing—not in attaching to a pace, distance, or goal. Those things can be part of the experience, but they aren’t required.

A man and a woman embrace warmly in a crowded setting, both smiling in a moment of connection before a marathon.
Maddie’s, my daughter, boyfriend, Connor, flew all the way from Austin, TX to be part of this event. Together, with Maddie, he helped plan the marathon surprise of a lifetime!

Redefining What It Means to Age 🧓

As I neared my 60th birthday, I began to notice messaging that framed this decade as one of limitation. I decided instead to flip the narrative and celebrate the 60s as a decade of possibilities. Why not run into this new decade the way I ran into my 50s—with eyes and arms wide to adventure?

Training with Gentleness and Grace 😌

Since I was already running regularly, I committed to training for a marathon, but this time with gentleness. Instead of a traditional four-month build-up, I created a ten-month plan that encouraged patience, routine, and presence. Twice-weekly strength training and yoga joined the schedule, as did listening to my body and using the run-walk-run method as needed. I also focused on proper hydration and fueling before, during, and after runs. Most of all, my husband and daughter supported me from the very beginning—their quiet, everyday encouragement becoming a steady foundation of strength.

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Gentleness was a large part of the 10-month training block that led to this moment of hope and celebration.

Adapting Through Life’s Curveballs 😰

Training for a marathon brings rhythm and structure to daily life—the early morning runs, the long weekend miles that lengthen gradually, and the sweet evening stretches after dinner. But life, of course, has its curveballs: weather shifts, fatigue, scheduling conflicts, unexpected events, and bouts of self-doubt. With age, though, I’ve learned to adapt rather than resist these realities, co-creating a practical, flexible approach to progress.

As my weekend long runs grew longer, my husband and daughter often appeared—driving by, stopping to cheer, or jogging beside me for a short distance. These small bursts of love in action fueled my heart and kept me going. Training, I realized, was less about mileage and more about cultivating fortitude, flexibility, and gratitude—along with a dash of fierceness—all essential life skills carried from the road.

A group of enthusiastic spectators cheer on runners during a marathon, surrounded by autumn foliage and a partly cloudy sky.
Maddie, and my husband, John, often showed up during the last few miles of my Saturday long runs to cheer me on as Maddie is seen here doing during the actual event itself.

Race Day: A Celebration of Love 💖

As the marathon began, the city of Huntington vibrant in energy, rebelling against the lackluster sky. Rhythmic footfalls and nervous chatter surrounded me as runners jostled for position. Warmly dressed spectators cheered, waving handmade signs against a backdrop of burnished orange, crimson, and yellow autumn trees. Little did I know that my daughter had turned this event into an outpouring of love.

Surprises Along the Course 🫢

At the start, my husband, daughter, and her boyfriend—who had flown in from Texas to surprise me—stood cheering. But that was only the beginning. Every few miles along the route, my daughter had arranged for friends, family, and coworkers to appear, waving signs and calling my name. I didn’t realize the scope of her plan until near the end, but each familiar face filled me with renewed energy, gratitude, and joy.

A female runner in a bright pink shirt crosses a street marked by traffic cones, while a supporter holds a sign nearby in a lively downtown setting.
The look of complete surprise when I see my sister, Traci, and her husband, David, around the 19-20 mile mark of the marathon. I had no idea they would show up along the route!
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Of course, I had to veer off the path to give her hug, which helped uplift me over the next few miles.

Crossing the Finish Line 🏁

As I turned toward the final quarter mile, a group of race volunteers began singing “Happy Birthday” while my daughter’s boyfriend joined for a short burst of encouragement. My husband stood outside the stadium offering final words of encouragement, and my daughter met me at the bottom of the stadium ramp to run beside me as I approached the finish line. I wasn’t just completing a marathon; I was receiving the best birthday gift—a living reminder of love: a convergence of community, family, and friendship. It was a story of hope, purpose, generosity, and perseverance—the joy and power of a shared journey.

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This was the point, less than a quarter mile to go, when a group of race volunteers, led by an unknown female spectator and Conner, joined in to sing “Happy Birthday” to me as approached and rounded the corner to the finish line.

The Marathon as a Metaphor for Life 🪞

This journey mirrors life: we move forward by faith and grace, one step at a time, through both joy and challenge, supported by others who believe in us. That’s the power of movement—it connects us to our bodies, to others, and to something larger than ourselves. Choosing to move, to train, to keep going even when the path feels long, is an affirmation that with faith, growth and renewal are always possible—at any age.

Movement as a Lifelong Invitation 💌

Movement can take many forms: walking, stretching, dancing, or choosing to train for something big. The point is to move with intention and persistence, to embrace your own journey, and not attach to societal and social media messaging. Just move—and let movement open the door to new possibilities, both inner and outer.

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Maddie runs alongside me for the last few feet, just as she did in 2015, to encourage across the finish line. Once I was close to the finish line, she dropped back behind the rope to let me finish alone. However, I really wasn’t alone. I was surrounded by a giant embrace of joy, hope, and love of family, friends, and community!!

The Joy Continues ☺️

The rhythm of footsteps, the smiles for miles, and the faces of loved ones along the route are forever imprinted in my heart—all reminders that every step matters. The marathon finish line was crossed, but the renewed sense of possibility and joy continues. Whatever your pace or path, keep moving forward—heart, mind, and spirit. You never know what acts of hope and love may be waiting for you along life’s path.

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The joy, and the journey of love and hope, continues . . .

A Grateful Heart 💜

P.S. Thank you to the countless and nameless MUM volunteers who invested hours of time to ensure the safety and success of runners, walkers, and those beloved spectators. And, an extra special heartfelt thank you to my friends and family who celebrated this milestone with me. And to Maddie and John, I love you to the moon and back.

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I wonder where the next path of adventure will lead?
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Shout out to Precision Fuel and Hydration for the support during this training journey! I learned a lot from your team.

Pearls of Morning: Lessons from Spider Webs and Stillness

“Heavy dew this morning and every spider web in the garden is strong with pearls of moisture…. webs wherever I look, all shining things of silver beauty.–Edwin Way Teale

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The Quiet Wonder Before Dawn 🌅

It was an early fall morning. Darkness still clung to the earth in a cool embrace. The traffic lights—green, yellow, red—continued their rhythm despite the empty streets. The air was cool and humid, and the hush before dawn rested easily upon the road. Pausing at the red light before continuing my jog, I noticed a spider web dappled with dew within the frame of the traffic light. I stopped in my tracks; upon closer inspection, I saw countless spider webs, draped with baubles of dew, hung from light poles and electric lines—even within the traffic lights themselves.

Hidden Beauty in Plain Sight🚦

I was awestruck by the beauty of the webs, looking ever-festive in the glow of lights—an unexpected wonder, shimmering high above me. After a few moments of appreciating the beauty, I jogged on through town, questions forming in my mind. How did they get so high? Why had I not previously noticed something so extraordinary hiding in plain sight? How many other marvels were hiding in plain sight, waiting for someone to notice?

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When We Slow Down Enough to See 🤓

It occurred to me that more often than not, we rush through the routine of life overlooking these mini-marvels—the ballet of fall leaves chasséing from tree to stream, then pirouetting along water currents; sinuous streamers of fog tendrils meandering around hilltops; or, the multiplicity of ice crystals frosting over a car’s windshield to name a few. These wonders are woven into daily life: from the cantaloupe-colored brilliance of sunrise over the Ohio River to the glimmer of moonlight on a frost-covered lawn; from flower-like fungi blooming on fallen logs to a puppy seeing its own reflection in a puddle. Beauty surrounds us, waiting to be noticed. Like the invisible art gallery of spider webs in traffic lights on my morning jog, most go unnoticed until the light hits just right. However, when we take time to pause and pay attention, beauty will often reveal itself in unexpected yet common places, including stoplights.

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The Power of Morning Stillness 😌

That early-morning observation turned meditation centered my day. It offered more than one lesson and served as a reminder that the morning placidity can bring a sense of calming clarity before the noise of the day. Making time for stillness in the morning, whether sipping coffee, walking a beloved pet, or sitting in prayer meditation—offers an opportunity for spaciousness at the day’s start. A moment to center, notice, reflect, and connect. Even a few minutes of stillness can offer us an opportunity to ground ourselves and recalibrate our perspective. If we grow quiet enough, we may remember that peace resides within us. That is not to say that peace is the absence of movement, purpose, or challenge, but rather it is a strong presence within us—much like the hidden strength within the delicate spider web. 

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Lessons from the Web: Resilience and Renewal 🕸️

As I reflected on the morning jog through town, I realized that each web represented perseverance, fortitude, and tenacity–three key qualities essential for growth. Each morning, orb-weaving spiders consume their protein-rich webs to reclaim the silk for rebuilding. This ensures the new web they build in the evening is fresh, sticky, and strong enough to catch plenty of prey. Through practice, the spiders gain strength and instinctively how to rebuild after storms and strong wind.

The spiders’ resilience serves as a reminder that we, too, have the grit to rebuild after disappointments, setbacks, and loss. Like the spider, rebuilding our lives is often quiet work that begins only after we have nourished body, mind, and spirit. The spider’s persistence mirrors our own–delicate and determined–reconstructing through incremental, small steps. Life, like the spider’s web, is fragile, yet we too possess tensile strength—centered in faith—that guides us as we restore, renew, and rebuild. 

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The Threads That Bind Us 🕷️

The spider’s web, where no thread stands alone, echoes the interconnectedness of our own lives. We are part of a collective. As the light shone through the webs, each dew drop caught the light, refracting color and seemingly creating miniature worlds. Just as the traffic/street lights played across the spider webs’ dew drops, our connected lives reflect multiple roles–friend, spouse/partner, worker, neighbor, parent, child, citizen . . . . Each strand of life possesses a quiet strength that is integral to the whole. In fact, the integrity of the web depends upon the strength and resiliency of every strand. Each facet of our lives holds and reveals meaning; together, the varied strands of our lives unite the whole, creating an array of meaningful relationships.

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Finding the Extraordinary in the Ordinary 🌃

In the end, the light changed, and I crossed the street as the sun rose, erasing the glimmer of those webs. Yet the image remains—reminding me to keep looking for the extraordinary in ordinary places. Perhaps it waits in the quietude before dawn, a pause at a red light, or the hush of nightfall. So many interlaced moments shimmer within the droplets of daily life, waiting for those willing to see. Those silky webs may vanish with daylight, but their pearls of wisdom still glimmer within me, reminding me that beauty often hides in ordinary light.  

May we all learn to look a little longer, to pause at life’s red lights, and to notice the silken threads of beauty connecting us in the quiet hours of dawn.

Embracing Life’s Unanswered Questions

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.“–Rilke 

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When the Mind Won’t Stop Asking 😕

Those words of Rilke, written over a century ago, remind me that some of the hardest seasons in life are the ones that offer no answers—only questions that echo back in silence.

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Running into the Questions ⁉️

I was driving home Saturday morning after my weekly long run with a podcast playing in the background. The previous week had been difficult, and I had hoped the run would provide a reprieve from my worries. I started running well before the sun rose under the cloak of a starry sky, which served to keep my mind calm. Then, the rich crimson of dawn edged up the horizon, deepening from vermilion to the fiery orange of full sunrise. As if on cue, the monkeys in my mind began chattering—an endless loop of questions followed by equally endless, devastating possibilities. 

I tried to redirect my thoughts: “If only this or that would happen, then everything will be fine,” I told myself. The problem with this if–then principle is that it’s meant for building new habits or personal change; I can’t magically apply it to others—or to the world at large. Even after my run, the mind monkeys continued their spirals. Then a line from the podcast caught my attention, “What I think Rilke’s words are stating is that if we can learn to live in peace alongside the questions, this may allow us to witness the unfolding of the answers in some indeterminate future.” 

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An Invitation, Not a Reprimand 🙂

Of course, I had not heard Rilke’s words, so I had to rewind the podcast in order to focus on the original quote. Those words felt like an invitation to hope, rather than a reprimand for my monkey mind. To be clear, it did not feel like a promise of a positive outcome, but rather hope for a greater understanding one day. Rilke’s words seemed to affirm my questioning, as long as I let the questions simply “be,” like one ingredient in the stew of life. 

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The Unsolved Nature of Life 🧐

While I cannot speak for everyone, I think many of us live with unanswered questions—and I’m probably in the camp that has more than a few. Seasons of life bring different questions, but they often center around themes of health, purpose, relationships, concern for others, and the future. It is often uncomfortable–the unsolved nature of life. We desire, like the fairy tales of our childhood, resolutions to problems in which we “all lived happily ever after.” We like knowing what is next; we desire to wrap up answers neatly and hand them over like a present. But life, as we eventually learn, isn’t wrapped in tidy endings. 

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When Answers Refuse to Come 🤨

If you have ever encountered a personal crisis, or that of a loved one, you know the “hurry up and wait” sense of time that often accompanies these scenarios–appointments scheduled off into the distant future, followed up by more appointments with no answers, only more maybes and/or more questions or concerns. It can feel like an autumn fog settling over a town in the early morning hours. You can see outlines of various possibilities, but still not know what the future holds. And yet, even in that fog, life quietly continues. 

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Coexisting with Uncertainty ❓

On one hand, Rilke seems to invite us to love the questions—an improbable ask, given the weight of so many of life’s uncertainties. Perhaps, as the podcaster suggested, Rilke’s words invite us to coexist with uncertainty rather than chase quick answers. Personally, when I face challenges, my first instinct is to “fix it,” whatever “it” may be. However, most of life’s bigger questions are not, per se “fixable” in a vacuum. There are many uncontrollable variables that often fill me with an anxious energy. 

This is when I tend to lean into writing, outdoor movement (especially running and walking), as well as reading–trying to learn as much as I can about the current challenge I am facing. Additionally, I will offer help (if I can be of service) to those for whom I am concerned. In this way, I feel like I am stretching and growing in understanding and empathy, rather than grasping and silently suffering. 

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The Garden Rule: Sleep, Creep, and Leap 🪻

I’ve lived long enough to know that many answers only emerge with the sweet relief of distance and time—like the three-year rule of a perennial garden: sleep, creep, and leap. A long-ago biology professor once explained that in the first year of a newly planted garden, the plants appear to grow very little because they’re focused on developing and strengthening their roots. The following year, roots are still growing and establishing, but they do have enough energy to create a bit more growth above ground. However, by the third year, the roots are fully established and the plant appears to “leap” out of the ground with growth. So it can be with the answers to life’s questions. 

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Growing Through What We Don’t Yet Understand 📈

There are times in life where we cannot figure out why we keep facing one roadblock and one challenge after another. We wonder how much more we can endure, why we are faced with a certain situation, or why things are not going the way we imagined. Like that early decorative landscaped garden, we cannot see that our experiences are developing roots of strength and stability. We may not see that our ability to empathize, our talents, our emotional well-being, and even our souls, are stretching and strengthening. Later, we may look back and see that those setbacks were quietly shaping us—building the strength we’d need for what came next. 

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The Ineffable Beauty of Living with Questions ✨

As I further reflected on Rilke’s words and my own lived experiences, I realized that there is a certain ineffable beauty that is created by living with questions because it asks us to rely upon faith and grace, granting us a greater purpose as a seeker and a doer. 

We are not here to solve life, but to live it—with curiosity, patience, and hope.

While hope does spring eternal, it is not the same as knowing the answers. Perhaps, that’s the point–it is more about trusting that our life story is continuing to unfold in its own time and season. 

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Light, Grace, and the Unfolding of Answers 💫

Finishing the drive home, I realized that Rilke had a point. As long as I have questions, as long as I seek answers, I am not only living, but I am living with an open, loving heart and a curious, empathetic mind. I have been fortunate to live to see questions answered, but I still have more questions to go–about loved ones, about the world, and about myself. 

Like the sunrise that began my run, the light of understanding will come again—slowly, beautifully, and in its own time. Until then, I feel grateful for life’s questions. They have strengthened my life in numerous ways and provided me with unpredicted opportunities for growth. In the words of John O’Donohue, “Perhaps the beauty of not knowing is that it keeps our hearts open enough to be surprised by grace.” I welcome that grace into my life—and I hope you do too.

Discovering Daily Delights: Boost Your Happiness Practice

Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the first time we see how beautiful they are.” —Rainer Maria Rilke

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A Spark in the Sky 💫

I was on an early morning run. Orion and his dogs, Canis Major and Canis Minor, were hunting above me in the eastern sky. As I ran, I periodically glanced upward, marveling at the stars’ movement. Suddenly, a star appeared to shoot sparkling light through the predawn sky. Was it a satellite, the Perseid meteor shower, or another heavenly body? I am not sure, but something inside me shifted. I felt delighted. That event was my daily delight.

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How Daily Delights Began 🤔

A few weeks before that shooting star sighting, I began my ‘daily delight’ practice in August. Numerous uncontrollable negative events were filling me with worry, anxiety, and fear. Despite taking proactive steps to reduce the negativity I was exposing myself to, it still found ways to seep in—almost as if it permeated the very air I breathed. Then, at first light on a quiet Saturday morning, a doe and her fawn strolled out of the woods alongside my running path. Pausing for a moment, I watched the mother nudge the little one across the trail and toward a nearly dry creek. It felt sacred. Later, I described it to my family as my daily delight, and the concept was born.

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Why This Practice Matters 😌

From that moment, I began cultivating an intentional practice of looking for at least one daily delight each day. As a result, I noticed that my mindset shifted, and my stress began to ease. More importantly, these little delights reminded me that goodness still exists—even on the darkest days.

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What Counts as a Daily Delight? ☑️

To me, daily delights are moments that cost nothing, big or small, that spark joy or wonder. They might be a kind word from a stranger, the first sip of bargain coffee that tastes surprisingly better than the pricey brand you had been purchasing, the symmetry of flowers along a walking route, or the brilliant explosion of color as the sun rises over the Ohio River while driving to work. Ordinary moments are transformed and elevated simply by the act of paying attention.

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How to Find Them 🔎

The practice begins in the morning by setting an intention to look for the daily delight. As the day unfolds, I keep my mind’s eye alert—like a scavenger hunt—for hidden treasures, knowing that some days require more searching than others. The daily delight could be birdsong during my run, the sprawling sunlight lighting up the grain of my old oak desk, or a video of my daughter’s friend’s baby babbling and giggling at her new-found ability to pretend to cough. The practice is accessible, requires no extra time, and costs nothing but intention.

A close-up of a pink and white rose blossom surrounded by green leaves.

The Science Behind It 📖

Our brains, as a survival mechanism, are hardwired to notice threats. They fixate on bad events to help us avoid future peril. Unfortunately, in a 24-hour news cycle, this tendency takes a mental toll. Our brains often can’t distinguish real threats from repeated media images, leaving us anxious, restless, or fearful.

Intentionally noticing delights, however small, helps counterbalance this wiring. It reduces stress, builds resilience, and—most importantly—fosters hope. Practiced regularly, it becomes a bridge to gratitude and a more grateful outlook.

A couple sitting on a couch, wrapped in a blanket, smiling and laughing while playing with a light-colored dog.
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Low-barrier Maintenance ✅

Fostering a daily delight practice is accessible to anyone, anytime, almost anywhere. It’s what I call a low-barrier activity—it doesn’t require journaling, a special setting, or money (no hidden fees or price hikes here!). You might keep a journal of delights or share them with friends or family. Personally, I enjoy sharing mine with others when appropriate because it amplifies positive feelings within. However, there are no other requirements beyond noticing and savoring the event.

A person gently touching foreheads with a cat in a sunlit room filled with plants.
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Even on Hard Days 😓

Of course, some days are less than stellar, especially when hardships pile up. In those times, it’s tempting to slip into cynicism. Yet even then, finding one joy—however small—can ease our uneasiness and calm our agitation. While we cannot erase challenging circumstances, we can coexist with them and still find good.

Two men laughing together outdoors, enjoying a moment of joy in a natural setting.
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The Ripple Effects ↝

The ripple effects of this practice are profound: reduced tension, greater resilience, increased gratitude, and more positive interactions with others. Sharing a delight can spark connection, deepening bonds, and spreading positivity. Over time, this simple practice trains us to notice light even in the darkest corners of our world.

A close-up of a garden sign reading 'JUMP FOR JOY' with the word 'Floribunda' beneath it, surrounded by dried leaves and grass.

Shining Light in a Dark World 🔦

Like those hidden picture games of childhood, simple joys abound; they just need us to notice and color them in. They’re free, accessible, and powerful in shifting perspectives. Daily delights don’t excuse us from facing hard truths, but they open our eyes to possibilities—even on the hardest days.

A close-up of a pink rose flower blooming among green leaves.

Your Turn

So, what daily delight will you notice today??

Running with Purpose: The Charleston Distance Classic and My Marathon Journey

The West Virginia State Capitol building with a golden dome, surrounded by trees and a pastel sky at dawn.
The CDC starts in front of the state capitol of WV.

A Quote to Carry Me to the Start

Dean Karnazes is often credited with saying, “Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.” His words echoed in my mind while I was experiencing a case of collywobbles as my family and I drove to Charleston, WV, in the predawn hours of Labor Day weekend. Only weeks earlier, I had decided I had built enough base fitness to run the Charleston Distance Classic (CDC), “America’s 15-miler.”

A joyful runner in a race, wearing a white shirt with a 13.1 badge and black shorts, excitedly posing with a water bottle while making a peace sign.
Ready to run the CDC!

Returning to the Classic After Ten Years

It had been more than ten years since I last ran it. In my previous two runs of the CDC, the weather was formidable, with the typical August heat wave bringing high heat and humidity. In fact, it wasn’t unusual to see runners collapse on the course—or cross the finish line only to collapse into the arms of medics from heat exhaustion.

Two women pose together smiling in front of a large government building with a golden dome, one wearing a race bib and athletic attire while the other is in casual sportswear.
My daughter was texting me messages of support throughout the race, so Siri could read them to me in my ear as I ran.

How Running Has Changed for Me

Life was different ten years ago. Besides being younger, I was fairly new to running and relied heavily on veteran runners for guidance. On one hand, I was fortunate to have others with whom to train; on the other hand, I didn’t yet have the aerobic base they had built over years. Plus, when I started running, I gave up strength and flexibility exercises, which I now know would have helped me. Instead, I focused on keeping up with others and hitting the weekly mileage goals.

Runner stands on a swing-shaped structure in front of the West Virginia State Capitol, smiling and wearing a race bib, under a clear sky.
Ready to swing into action.

Building Balance and Training for a MarathoN

Over the past decade, I’ve taken breaks from running—first from burnout, when I missed other forms of exercise. I rotated through strength training, yoga, walking, and cycling, always circling back to running. The pandemic brought running back to the forefront, as gyms and studios were closed.

Since then—and one major surgery later—I’ve learned to build a more balanced approach to exercise that includes a wide array of modalities, running among them. I exercise now for the joy of movement, as well as overall wellness. Still, I enjoy the discipline of a challenge. This year, in honor of another decade milestone, I’m training for the Marshall University Marathon (MUM)—the full 26.2 miles. Rather than follow a standard 16-week plan, I began in January, gradually building my aerobic base.

Runners lined up at the starting line of a race on a road, with traffic lights and spectators in the background.
The starting line for the CDC.

A Perfect Day to Race

It was this extended training that gave me confidence to run the CDC again. In addition, the weather worked in my favor. Temperatures were in the 50s when the race began in front of the state capitol. Running along the Kanawha River in the first mile, runners quickly spread out as paces varied.

View of a bridge with steel beams and a roadway, featuring a few pedestrians in the distance.
The South Side bridge, which runners crossed twice–near mile 3 and again at mile 8.

“Capital Hill PUnishment” and the Course Challenge

Before long, we crossed the South Side Bridge and began the long trudge up Corridor G, aptly nicknamed “Capital Hill Punishment”—two miles of climbing. As if that weren’t enough, the course then wound through three hilly miles of Charleston’s South Hills neighborhoods. By the time we returned to the South Side Bridge, eight brutal miles were behind us. The final seven were mostly flat, except for one last incline near the end—just when our legs were good and toasted.

My Cheer Squad: John and Maddie

The CDC is a great spectator race, and I was lucky to have my husband, John, and daughter, Maddie, there. They were tireless cheerleaders, walking all over Charleston to encourage me. At the start, Maddie urged me on with excitement. At mile eight, as I crossed the South Side Bridge for the second time, she even ran alongside me for a short stretch, offering encouragement.

Between miles 11 and 12, they found me again, cheering and taking my empty handheld water bottle—by then more of an annoyance than a help. At Laidley Field, Maddie’s voice carried as soon as I stepped onto the track, her shouts of encouragement giving me the final push.

A person jogging on a city street with a garbage truck parked nearby and a multi-story building in the background.
This was mile 8. Afterwards, there was mostly flat course, EXCEPT for a last incline during the very last mile before the finish line. UGH!

Lessons from the Endless Last Mile

Honestly, that last mile seemed endless, and I learned a powerful lesson: even the final mile is still a mile long. My mental discipline slipped, and the fortitude that carried me there begged for rest. I grew whiny and irritable, which only amplified the aches and pains I had managed to ignore until then. It reminded me of my reaction in the last mile of a half marathon I ran this past spring in Asheville, NC.

Scenic view of a riverbank with lush greenery, walking path, and a bridge in the distance under a clear blue sky.
The beautiful Kanawha River that flows through Charleston, WV.

Strengthening My Fortitude

That last mile taught me what I must carry into the last weeks of marathon training: when the long runs get longest, I need to focus on strengthening my fortitude—especially at the very end. This, for me, is the hardest part. I try to follow the advice of Olympian Jeff Galloway (who is also credited with establishing the “Run-Walk-Run” method) to smile at each mile marker—since smiling releases those feel-good chemicals and helps relax the body. He also suggests repeating a mantra or power word. Perhaps I need to lean into this more.

Remembering My “Why”

I also need to remind myself of my “why” when the going gets tough. With the MUM, I hope to raise awareness for Branches Domestic Violence Shelter. Branches provides emergency shelter, legal assistance, counseling, case management, and even meal delivery for domestic violence survivors. Their work saves lives. If my miles can help encourage even a few people to support them, that will mean as much to me as crossing the finish line.

A smiling woman holding a medal, wearing athletic clothing, stands next to a post in a race finish area, with a crowd and tents in the background.
Feeling so grateful for my family, love, and support at the end of the CDC.

Running Differently, Running with Gratitude

Ten years later, I run differently. I take walk breaks when needed, and I’m grateful to still have my health. Running gives me energy, provides structure, and fills me with joy and purpose. Not every run is great, but each mile contributes to my community by keeping me connected to local races and to my own mental, physical, and spiritual well-being. Running also pulls me outdoors, connecting me with the Creator and with the delight of each season.

Never Give Up—In Running or in Life

Running the CDC reinforced the lesson of never giving up. I may be entering a new decade, but that doesn’t mean I have to give up striving for new goals—even if it means crawling to achieve them. Perhaps I’ll see you at the MUM. If not, I hope you’ll create your own journey. Either way, I invite you to celebrate with me—by supporting Branches or by committing to your own goal. Adjust as you must, but never give up. Step by step, with fortitude, tenacity, and a few deep breaths, you can do it.

A running event starting line with an inflatable arch labeled 'Appalachian Timing Group' on a red track, set against a clear blue sky and distant hills.
Never give up! You can cross whatever finish line in life you need to cross!

Exploring Meeks Mountain Trails: Miles of Magic

“Time spent among trees is never time wasted.” — Katrina Mayer

A Cool Morning in the Woods

The path is clearly marked.

It was one of those rare cool mornings in July after a long-held heat wave broke. The earthy summer scents of damp ground and musky moss filled the air. The crunch of detritus under our hiking shoes rose as the sounds of traffic on WV 34 faded into the background. 

My dad and I were in our happy place, discovering new trails hidden in plain sight in the woods.  However, it was clear from the start, we were not alone. Imprints of four-footed friends as well as knobby tire tracks indicated an array of outdoor enthusiasts were also enjoying these well-worn paths.

Discovering Meeks Mountain Trails

Welcome to Meeks Mountain Trails! (My Dad, Larry Musick, featured in this photo.)

We arrived at Hurricane Park to hike Meeks Mountain Trails, a printed map of all the trails in hand. However, we were unsure where to start since this was our first visit. As luck would have it, we encountered a park worker who enthusiastically explained the trail system—including the way the trails were marked and the level of challenge for each trail. He recommended the red and white trail on our first visit and offered advice for future, more challenging, hikes.

A Community-Built Gem

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Meeks Mountain Trails is a gem of a trail system close to home.  With more than 34 miles of trails, it is a haven for hikers, runners, mountain bikers, and primitive campers alike. Despite being interconnected, the trails are well-marked, with varying degrees of difficulty and length. It is easy to dip in for a short hike, commit to a long trail run, or tackle a challenging mountain bike route. 

According to the Meeks Mountain Trail Alliance website, the trail project began in 2018 with a desire to increase the health and well-being of the surrounding communities as well as increase opportunities for economic growth. Since then, over 600 volunteers have logged over 35,000 hours building and maintaining trails in cooperation with the city of Hurricane and private landowners, the Meeks family. 

Our First Hike: The Red and White Trail

A fallen log with beautiful, flower-like growth on it.

My dad and I followed the park worker’s advice and hiked the red and white trail–a gentle introduction to the Meeks Mountain Trails (MMT) system. This 3.2-mile trail offered us comfortable challenges, with exposed roots, rolling, rocky ascents and descents, a stream crossing, and switchbacks to keep things interesting. We thoroughly enjoyed the dappled morning sunlight as we made our way up, over, and around the trail. We marveled as a mountain biker powered up a sharp, twisting incline. A hesitant dog appeared to balk at the idea of crossing a stream while his running companion tried to coax the dog across, leaving us smiling.

Something for Everyone

Trail map that can be found online for Meeks Mountain Trails.

The MMTA offers a wide array of trail lengths and challenges, from one mile to over ten miles. It appears to be one of those places in which the more you visit, the more complex and nuanced you can make your outdoor adventure. The trails are well-marked by a color-coded system, but it’s advisable to look over the trail map and descriptions of each trail, found on the MMTA website, before embarking on a Meeks Mountain Trails adventure.

There are trails for beginner-friendly walks, which is what the Hurricane Park employee described to us as family-friendly trails, appropriate for parents with younger children. There are more moderate for those looking to elevate their running, hiking, or biking game, and challenging trails for the more adventurous and skilled. What I most noticed was the diversity of plant life: ferns, moss, lichen, colorful mushrooms and wildflowers, fallen trees teeming with insect life, and deciduous trees of all types reaching for the heavens amidst rocks of varying sizes. 

As my dad and I hiked, we marveled at the large amount of work hours it must have taken to not only build the trails, but also to maintain them.  We admired the work of local scout troops who provided benches in several scenic spots along the path we trod. Most of all, we simply enjoyed the trail, feeling grateful for its existence so close to home.

Tips for a Great Visit

Be sure to pack in water, snacks, bug repellant, or even a picnic lunch!

If you’ve never been to Meeks Mountain Trails, and you are considering visiting it for your next outdoor adventure, there are a few things to keep in mind. First of all, parking is free and easy to access as it is available at Hurricane City Park. The trailhead to all trails is only steps away from the parking lot. Restrooms are also available near the parking lot. 

Before entering the trails, consider bringing: 

  • Tick and mosquito repellent 
  • Proper trail shoes or bike gear 
  • Water, snacks, or even a picnic lunch 
  • Flashlights and/or headlamps if hiking early or late 

As a bonus, you can even support the MMTA by visiting their online shop to purchase official MM gear.

Sharing the Trail

Another one of those flower-like fungi that I found all along the trail.

Additionally, once out on the trail, as my dad and I learned, it is important to be aware of other hikers, runners, and mountain bikers. Maintaining appropriate etiquette allows all outdoor enthusiasts to share and enjoy the trails. This includes stepping aside for faster climbers and bikes, while offering a friendly wave or voiced greeting when passing by someone, especially when passing from behind as you don’t want to startle or scare a fellow adventurer. Lastly, remember to “leave no trace”: pack out whatever you pack in.

Finding Peace Close to Home

My Dad kept teasing me about how frequently I would pause along the trail to take a closer look at something that caught my eye.

You don’t have to be a serious trail runner, hiker, or mountain biker to enjoy Meeks Mountain Trails. These community trails welcome all levels of adventure while giving every visitor the opportunity for peace, solitude, and healthy movement. Best of all, they are right here in our own backyard. Whether you move on two feet or two wheels, consider visiting Meeks Mountain Trails this fall. After all, in the words of John Muir, “Keep close to Nature’s heart . . .and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” This is exactly how I felt as we drove away from our morning spent in the heart of the woods.

In the end, Dad and I agreed, it had been a very good hike, and we looked forward to returning again in the future.

Tamarack: A Cultural Day Trip in West Virginia

As those who have spent time in West Virginia know, this is truly a special place.”-Oliver Luck

A vibrant field of bright yellow wildflowers blooming in a grassy area.
Yellow wildflowers in bloom along the fields surrounding Tamarack.

A Day Trip Decision 🚗

What started as a casual idea on the drive quickly turned into a relaxing and memorable day in Beckley, WV.

A man stands next to a large fish sculpture on a circular concrete platform, surrounded by grass and trees, under a cloudy sky.
John is standing in front of one of several outdoor sculptures found at Tamarack.

“Do you know where I’d like to go — and not just because we need a restroom break?”

My husband, John, laughed and, of course, asked where.

“Tamarack!”

That choice turned into a relaxing day trip full of fun. We were fortunate to have clear skies as we began the less than two-hour drive to Beckley, WV. On our way, we stopped in Charleston for a tasty brunch at a local restaurant, then continued to Tamarack–discovering it to be so much more than the quick roadside stops we’d made on past trips.

Wildflowers, Swings, and Sculptures 🌸

From fields of yellow blossoms to playful swings and striking outdoor art, Tamarack’s grounds are an experience in themselves.

A field of vibrant yellow wildflowers blooming in a grassy area, with lush greenery surrounding the scene.

Upon arrival, wild flowers bloomed in the fields surrounding the Tamarack’s grounds. John and I wandered the paths, pausing playfully to enjoy one of the West Virginia swings–part of the collections of swings installed at scenic spots in WV. This one looked over bright yellow blossoms dancing in the breeze..

Nearby stood a number of outdoor sculptures, each one well-crafted, yet playful, celebrating the wonders and beauty of WV. These pieces, scattered along a walking path, drew plenty of attention from visitors and added to the sense that Tamarack is far more than a rest stop–it’s a vibrant center for state arts, crafts, and cuisines.

The Vision Behind Tamarack 👷‍♂️

Born from a 1989 initiative, Tamarack set out to showcase “The Best of West Virginia” — and it continues that mission today.

A sculptural tree installation with bare branches, situated on a circular stone base, with a descriptive plaque nearby.
One of several outdoor sculptures found around the entrance of Tamarack.

Envisioned in 1989 under Governor Gaston Caperton and opened in the mid-1990s, Tamarack was created as a way to promote and showcase WV artisans and boost local economy. Its mission is to feature the “Best of West Virginia” while fostering artistic excellence. Tamarack connects the Mountain State to the broader Appalachian community, celebrating heritage, pride, and craftsmanship. 

An Immersive Artistic Experience 🎨

Step inside and discover pottery, textiles, jewelry, woodworking, and edible creations — all crafted by local hands.

Showcase of handcrafted wooden tools and a chainsaw sculpture made by Matt Wilkinson from Boone County, WV, displayed in a glass case.
Amazing, one-of-a-kind craftsmanship can be found at Tamarack.

Inside, visitors are immersed in this time honored tradition. Displays feature pottery–including WV-made Fiestaware–woodworking, textiles, jewelry, painting, sketches, sculptures, and so much more. Locally produced treats abound: craft beers and ciders, wines, honey, syrups, jams, and even pet treats. Each item goes through a juried selection process, with artists submitting applications in hopes of earning the coveted title “Juried Artist of Tamarack.” Seasonal gallery exhibitions of local artists rotate by theme, each one planned months in advance.

Flavors of West Virginia 🥓

Whether it’s pepperoni rolls on the go or fried green tomatoes at the café, Tamarack serves up a true taste of the Mountain State.

A colorful outdoor metal sculpture featuring two spiral-shaped elements atop slender, twisting stems, set against a grassy landscape and cloudy sky.
An outdoor sculpture at Tamarck.

If you arrive hungry, you’re in luck!  The cafe and quick market stand offer plenty of options. The market stocks cold beverages, ice cream and other sweet treats, snacks–many of which are gluten free and/or vegan–and West Virginia’s beloved pepperoni rolls. The cafe’s talented culinary team serves regional and seasonal favorites, such as fried green tomatoes, chicken pot pie, and the classic fried bologna sandwich. Breakfast is served from 9-11 a.m., with lunch/dinner being served from 11 a.m.-7 p.m., Monday through Saturday.  Gluten free and vegan/vegetarian options are available.

Live Music and Events 🪕

From courtyard concerts to seasonal festivals, Tamarack is alive with performances, artist demos, and community celebrations.

Vibrant pink flowers blooming amidst green foliage.

Tamarack offers live events throughout the year. Upcoming dates include Courtyard Concerts (Aug. 23, 12-3 pm), Dueling Pianos (Aug. 29), Fall Festival (Sept. 14), plus numerous artist demonstrations and book signings. 

An Afternoon Well Spent 🛍️

Shopping, chatting with artisans, and soaking up the atmosphere made our visit both inspiring and fun.

A close-up view of white daisies with yellow centers growing in a garden, surrounded by dark mulch and green foliage.

All in all, John and I spent a lovely afternoon strolling the gallery halls, shopping local artisans’ booths, and chatting with artists and staff. We picked up a few gifts and enjoyed admiring the plethora of regional talent. We even decided it would be the perfect spot for one-stop Christmas shopping.

If you are looking for a day-trip adventure within easy driving distance, consider visiting the Tamarack. Whether you love shopping, savor good food, appreciate art, or simply enjoy soaking up the atmosphere as John and I do, Tamarack is a cultural and creative escape close to home! 

Beyond Tamarack: Exploring Beckley

Pair your visit with the New River Gorge, Glade Creek Trail, or the Exhibition Coal Mine for a full weekend of adventure.

A rustic wooden side table with a round design featuring a dark finish and metal accents, standing on a carpeted surface.
A table handcrafted from a bourbon barrel for sale at the Tamarack.

If you want to make the weekend of it, Beckley offers plenty nearby:  the stunning New River Gorge National Park, Glade Creek Trail, Exhibition Coal Mine, historic landmark of Foster’s Main Street Tavern,  unique and local restaurants, and The Resort at Glade Springs  All told, they make for a weekend full of fun, flavor, and Appalachian charm.


A Perfect Getaway: Discovering Acadia National Park

“Keep close to Nature’s heart . . . and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”–John Muir 

A Place Where Mountains Meet the Sea ⛰️

Rocky coastline of Acadia National Park with trees and calm sea under a cloudy sky.
One of the views along Park Loop Road in Acadia National Park.

“I heard that you’re heading to Acadia, too, this summer!  When are you going?”

That casual question was our first clue about Acadia’s dual nature—a place where the ocean meets the mountains and where natural wonder collides with popularity. John, my husband, and I hadn’t realized, when planning our trip, that Acadia National Park is one of the most visited parks in the U.S. 

Why Acadia Draws Millions 🌄

A group of hikers enjoying the scenic views from the summit of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park, with lush greenery and ocean in the background under a cloudy sky.
View from atop Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park.

We now know why! With its dramatic coastlines, granite peaks, and network of trails, it’s no surprise Acadia draws over four million visitors a year, especially during July through September. Few places offer so much to do in a day: bike/jog/walk trails built by a millionaire at sunrise, summit a picturesque mountain, stroll a rocky shoreline, cross a tidal land bridge, and end the evening with a sunset dinner overlooking the bay

According to the National Park Service, Acadia ranks among the top-ten most visited national parks. Its compact size—about 50,000 acres—makes many attractions easily accessible. John and I spent five days exploring Acadia and Mount Desert Island, the largest island off the Maine coast encompassed within the park. Though we experienced several highlights, we left feeling we’d only scratched the surface. Therefore, we are already planning a return next summer.

A Cozy Stay in the Woods 🦌

Our cozy cabin in the woods of Mount Desert Island, perfectly situated to all things Acadia.

We stayed in a cozy cabin, we found on VRBO, surrounded by acres of woods. However, in less than a three-minute drive, we were driving along a major route central to Acadia and the surrounding areas. In fact, its central location gave us short, easy access to major attractions, trails, and dining options.

Scenic Drives and Iconic Sights 🚘

The views along Park Loop Road were spectacularly stunning.

One of our favorite parts of our trip was driving the scenic 27-mile Park Loop Road. We used a narrated app that provided directions, history, and geology of the surrounding areas as we drove, taking in spectacular vistas. Stops included Sand Beach, Thunder Hole, and Otter Cliffs to name a few. We spent the day hiking and sightseeing along the sublime beauty of the route—a perfect introduction for first-time visitors. The downside?  The park road is heavily trafficked, especially midday, so parking can be a challenge for some stops.

Peace and Solitude on the Carriage Roads 🌅

I was fortunate to run Eagle Lake Loop each morning, one of the numerous paths that make up the Carriage Roads of Acadia National Park.

Most mornings, I ran on the peaceful Carriage Roads—45 miles of tree-lined trails donated by John D. Rockefeller Jr. originally built for horse-drawn carriages. These 16-foot-wide gravel paths follow the land’s natural contours and were built to preserve the line of hillsides, protect trees, and align with the landscape contour. The trails offer scenic views and safe, car-free routes for walkers, joggers, cyclists, and cross-country skiers. Additionally, several trails permit horseback riding. The potential downside to these peaceful and winding trails is that parking is limited at some trailheads and fills up quickly. Additionally, cell service is spotty, so plan ahead with trail maps.

Reflections at Jordan Pond 🥾

The water of Jordan Pond, and its trails, were pristine despite the foot traffic.

Another favorite site John and I enjoyed was the 3.3-mile Jordan Pond loop—a mostly flat trail with boardwalks and views of the Bubble Mountains reflected in crystal-clear water. In fact, swimming is prohibited to preserve its purity. At the trail’s end is the popular Jordan Pond House, renowned for its quintessential popovers as well as other refreshments/snacks. As with many Acadia spots, prepare for long waits for food and crowded trails during peak hours.

Cadillac Mountain’s Unforgettable Views 🌄

The views from Cadillac Mountain were breathtakingly beautiful.

Cadillac Mountain, with its rocky, pink granite outcroppings, is the tallest peak on the eastern seaboard and a true gem of the park.  The summit offers stunning views of Frenchman Bay, Bar Harbor, and surrounding islands. Sunrise and sunset are especially popular times to visit, though weather can limit visibility. It is also a prominent spot for stargazing. Due to its popularity, the National Park Service requires advance reservations to drive the winding 3.5-mile summit road—an effective measure to reduce overcrowding.

Walking Across the Sea: Bar Island Trail 🚶🏽‍♀️🚶🏿‍♂️🚶

In the bottom center picture, I am standing at the edge of the path during high tide, the other pictures illustrate what the path looks like as the tide recedes. Notice the number of people waiting for the tide to fully recede in order to walk to the island.

One exceptionally unique trail in Acadia is the Bar Island Trail, a sand and gravel land bridge, which is only accessible at low tide. Visitors have about 90 minutes after low tide to cross and explore the short trail to the top of the island with views of Bar Harbor. Miss the low-tide window, and you’ll be stuck on the island for hours until the tide recedes again.

A Foodie’s Delight in Bar Harbor 🍦🍔🥗🍝🦞

Bar Harbor offers so many tasty places to eat!

Having unique and tasty dining experiences are a memorable part of most vacations, and the Bar Harbor/Mount Desert Island community does not disappoint. For such a small community, there is a diverse food scene: freshly caught seafood, lobster, and classic lobster rolls; decadent ice cream, baked goods, and sweets; pasta, pizza, steak, burgers, sandwiches as well as hearty breakfast options. What’s more, I was thrilled to find numerous restaurants offering gluten-free, vegetarian, and vegan options—plus staff who understood allergies and made dining easy. From cozy cafés to surf and turf spots, from pubs to roadside stands and burger joints, there are delectable treat possibilities for everyone.

The Spirit of Acadia

There are so many delightful places to visit on Mount Desert Island, Maine, in addition to Acadia National Park. It is definitely worth the trip!

Acadia National Park is absolutely worth visiting. While crowds, required park permits, occasional spotty cell service, and unpredictable weather can present challenges, they’re small trade-offs for what the park offers. Personally speaking, the scent of pristine pine, the crunch of gravel on quiet trails, the shimmer of granite in the sun, the morning mist over coastal shoreline, and the haunting call of a loon over a sparkling mountain lake left an indelible mark on my heart—one that refreshed my spirit and deepened my gratitude for our National Parks. I look forward to returning. Maybe I’ll see you there.

Navigating Dietary Restrictions While Traveling: Tips for Positive Food Adventures

“One of the most daunting parts of celiac or gluten sensitivity diagnosis is figuring out how to travel safely eating gluten free.”–Celiac Canada Association

A person holding a pink menu titled 'Rosie's Coffee' displaying various food and beverage options in a cafe setting.
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When the Menu Doesn’t Work: Dining Out Dilemmas 🍽️

“Is your veggie burger gluten free?” I asked with crossed fingers

“No—we use breadcrumbs,” she replied.

Since I don’t eat meat, and the only gluten-free option was a bun, we had to leave. It was a trendy burger spot, but like many places, it couldn’t accommodate both my plant-based and gluten-free needs.

John, my husband, and I were visiting our daughter, Maddie, and her boyfriend, Connor, in Boston where Connor was currently completing a summer internship. John and I were on our way back home after spending several days in the Bar Harbor/Acadia National Park area in Maine. And, just as it had been in Maine, and really, how it ALWAYS is when dining out, finding places where I could eat was a challenge. 

A plate of pasta topped with marinara sauce and mixed vegetables, including zucchini, broccoli, and peas, served in a restaurant setting.
Pasta is one of the hardest things to get when eating out. Fortunately, La Famiglia Giorgio’s Restaurant in Boston, MA, has an entire menu page devoted to those who need to eat gluten-free.

The Root of the Challenge: Living with Celiac Disease 🌾

The difficulty stems from the fact I have celiac disease–a chronic autoimmune disorder, as defined by Mayo Clinic, that is triggered when eating gluten, a protein found in wheat, rye, and barley. Consuming gluten significantly damages the small intestines of the person with celiac, preventing the absorption of essential nutrients, which can lead to serious health problems down the road. Additionally, the side effects of eating gluten are NOT pleasant– diarrhea, abdominal pain, nausea, reflux, fatigue as well as numerous other symptoms.

A bowl of granola topped with fresh berries and sliced apples, placed on a marble table next to a takeout coffee cup.
Eating gluten free and whole food plant based has helped my body heal and recover from decades of undiagnosed celiac disease. Tatte Bakery, Boston, MA

Why I Eat Plant-Based, Too 🍓🫐🥦🥗

I wasn’t diagnosed with celiac disease until my late 40s, after years of digestive issues and unnecessary medications. Healing began when I cut gluten and adopted a whole food, plant-based diet that excludes meat and most dairy. Eating a diet rich in plants bathes my body with the nutrients it was unable to previously absorb for most of my life.

Two Cats Restaurant and Inn, Bar Harbor, ME

Travel: Inspiration and Complication 🌄

However, traveling with my dietary restrictions creates unique challenges.  On one hand, vacation sojourns are enriching, informative, and inspiring. These trips provide me with an opportunity to experience awe, wonder, and delight in the rich tapestry of life. On the other hand, travel requires deft navigation of dietary hazards. However, my trips have taught me that with a bit of planning, research, flexibility, and determination, I often discover and enjoy tasty culinary adventures as part of the travel experience.

Strict adherence to a gluten free diet is a necessity, especially when traveling. As anyone with celiac knows, it is no fun being stuck in a bathroom when you’re supposed to be out hiking, sightseeing, or experiencing a new setting. Additionally, I know that for my body, consuming meat and dairy products can also create digestive distress and discomfort. Therefore, those two dietary restrictions often limit my restaurant choices, create possibilities for cross-contamination, and can sometimes create a lack of understanding of restaurant staff.

A plate of a gluten-free pancake topped with powdered sugar, raspberry pieces, and garnished with orange and mint leaves, next to a mug of coffee labeled 'Great Maine Breakfast'.
Gluten free pancakes with plenty of fresh fruit at Jeannie’s Great Maine Breakfast, Bar Harbor, ME.

Research Is My Best Travel Companion 💻

For example, John often completes dining research in advance of any trip.  He uses Trip Advisor and refines his search to restaurants identified as good choices for gluten free, vegan, and vegetarian diets. What he has discovered is that we have to look closely at menus because eateries tagged as “gluten friendly” are often limited to meat-based dishes, and establishments labeled as “vegan or vegetarian friendly” often involve choices that include wheat (noodles/pasta, seitan, breaded vegetables, and so forth). 

A plate featuring a burger topped with cheese, served alongside a small salad of mixed greens, red peppers, and a dipping sauce, with a side of steamed broccolini.
Blaze, Bar Harbor, ME offered numerous gluten free options on their menu, including this gluten free veggie burger with gluten free bun. YUM!

The Cross-Contamination Trap 🪤

Of further issue is the concern with cross contamination. For example, Mexican food can be a good choice for me; however, if the fryer used for tortilla chips is also used for cooking flour tortillas and meat, these factors can negatively impact my digestive system. Additionally, shared food prep areas, unclear labeling of menu items, and even communication between wait staff and kitchen can lead to hazards.  For instance, if I order a gluten-free pizza crust, but it is prepared on a commonly shared counter on which wheat pizza crust is rolled out, this might upset my digestive tract.  

I’ve also had the experience of ordering a gluten-free pizza crust and still getting a pizza made with wheat due to miscommunication. And, while the only other country in which I have traveled is the English speaking parts of Canada, I can only imagine the chance for miscommunication in a country in which I don’t speak the native language.

This is why advanced research is important when traveling.  When I don’t have a game plan, or plans change, as was the case when we tried to go to the burger establishment in Boston, things can very quickly go awry. I end up feeling terrible because I feel I am limiting my loved ones from having a positive dining experience. After all, part of the fun of traveling is eating in new places.

A colorful salad topped with a fried onion ring stack, featuring greens, tomatoes, and cheese, served at a bar setting.
The EARTH BOWL at Paddy’s Irish Pub & Restaurant, Bar Harbor, ME: Grilled , Gluten free, Plant-Based Burger, Tri-Color Quinoa, Roasted Pepper Salad, Heirloom Tomatoes, Garden Cucumbers, Ruby Red Beets, Avocado, Local Chevre, Sweet Balsamic Syrup.

Planning Ahead and Packing Smart 🧳

In addition to researching and using apps, such as Happy Cow, AllergyEats, and Find Me Gluten Free, John and I tend to stay in places with a microwave, refrigerator, and nearby grocery stores. I always pack food from home, and I’ve learned to bring supplemental items with me to restaurants if needed, such as gluten free bread, crackers, salad dressings, and so forth.

A plate of salad with mixed greens, nuts, and beets topped with a vegetable patty, accompanied by a side of steamed broccoli.
McKays Public House at Bar Harbor, ME: mixed greens tossed in maple dijon dressing, with roasted onions, carrots, and beets, feta cheese, candied walnuts topped with a gluten free veggie burger and served with a side of broccolini.

Connection and Communication: The Human Side of Dining 😊

I have also learned to befriend the wait staff.  Honestly, I try to do this anyway because I like meeting new people, and I cannot imagine how demanding it must be when working with the public, especially in popular travel destinations. When I politely explain my situation and dietary preferences to the staff without demanding it, most staff and chefs are willing to work with me. I have even had the rare chef visit my table to discuss the best way to prepare my food, which I appreciate more than words can adequately express.

A plate featuring a serving of colorful salad topped with various vegetables, accompanied by a side of grilled asparagus and a bowl of green beans. The setting appears to be a casual dining location.
Brewhouse Bowl BJ’s Restaurant and Brewhouse, Hagarstown, MD: Roasted barbacoa cauliflower; Peruvian quinoa + brown rice; black beans; corn + fire-roasted red pepper succotash; cucumbers; pickled red onions; pico de gallo; feta cheese; housemade guacamole; Greek yogurt crema; and,cilantro served with a side of broccoli and asparagus.

Flexibility and Food Choices: Finding Balance ⚖️

A plate with a waffle topped with sliced strawberries and bananas, accompanied by a small cup of peanut butter and a small container of syrup, set on a table with beverages in the background.
Gluten free, vegan Belgian waffle at Donut Villa Brunch Club and Bar, Boston, MA: topped with strawberries and banana served with sides of peanut butter and syrup.

One other thing I have learned to do is to compromise. While I prefer to eat whole food, plant based, I medically need to eat gluten free. Therefore, if it comes down to it, I will compromise somewhat on my plant based eating. For example, I don’t mind consuming a bit of goat or Parmesan cheese, yogurt, butter, or even the rare egg (think baked goods) if it allows my family to find meals they enjoy. Since I don’t regularly consume these products, I don’t think eating a bit here and there, such as during travel or other special occasions, will hurt me, and it makes the food feel like a real indulgence.

A plate of rice accompanied by a colorful vegetable curry, served with a side salad and a drink in the background.
Butternut Squash Curry at Leary’s Landing Irish Pub, Bar Harbor, ME, with roasted seasonal vegetables and jasmine rice.

A New Way to Experience the World Through Food

Traveling with celiac disease and/or other dietary restrictions is undoubtedly challenging, but I have learned over the years that it is not impossible with enough preparation, advocacy, and an adventurous spirit.  I have found that I now value and appreciate eating establishments who craft foods to appeal to a wide array of dietary desires. Additionally, I have met unique and wonderful people while doing this, and I have enriched my own knowledge of possibilities when it comes to cuisine.  It’s like, well, having your gluten free cake and eating it too! 

A bowl of chia seed pudding topped with banana slices, strawberries, and blueberries, accompanied by two slices of toasted bread with peanut butter, served in a diner setting.
“Morning Jump Start” at J’s Diner, Hagarstown, MD, with chia pudding, berries, banana, coconut flakes, and toast with almond butter.

Share your experiences

If you have tips for traveling with dietary restrictions, or if you have experiences you’d like to share regarding traveling with dietary restrictions, please share your comments!

A sizzling plate of colorful sautéed vegetables served at a restaurant, accompanied by tortilla chips, condiments, a glass of water, and a bowl of black beans.
Fajitas at Angela’s, Taste of Puebla, Mexico, Boston, MA, with sauteed onions, green and red peppers. Comes with shredded cheese, pico de gallo, guacamole, sour cream and flour tortillas. Served with rice and beans.
A cup of chocolate ice cream with chocolate chunks on a paper napkin.
Plant based chocolate ice cream at Salt Shop, Sweet and Savory Snack Bar, Southwest Harbor, ME.