Category: Missy’s Musings
BEST GIFT EVER: mine was from my daughter. It wasn’t in a box. It was a day for the two of us, mountain biking. Riding behind her, trying to ride her line, until I realized, sad-proudly, that I could not. Discovering a new trail, learning how to way-find with new, digital tools, getting lost and then finding our way…together. The gift of time, precious, runaway time. It can’t be wrapped or saved, but it lasts. Boy, does it last.
And, then there’s that KitchenAid mixer. It WAS in a box. I received it 30 years ago, when I could barely afford a knife and a fork, and I still use it today. The stories it can tell. The memories it holds.
And yours? What was your best gift given or received? Could a box even contain it?? How do you #GiftOutsideTheBox?
Missy Park, Founder
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Each time I step outdoors, into the stillness and silence, I’m reminded that this, the great outdoors, is both counselor and comforter. Outdoors I am my best self, and remarkably, my kids are too. But still the phone cajoles, the inbox groans, the computer insists and that nagging list of to-do’s grows even longer. (more…)
Lately I’ve been feeling a bit undone by the tsunami of #metoo tumbling towards me in my social media streams. How do we swim against this tide of insufferable behavior rather than being consumed by it? Are we, am I, becoming the sum of the indignities perpetrated against me and my gender or are we something much more powerful than that? I believe it is the latter.
In small towns and big cities, in red states and blue, across this crazy and complicated nation of ours, change IS happening. It’s happening quietly, without fanfare or Twitter storms. It’s being engineered by women who are either doubling down or just plain fed up. It’s being led by women who are moving and making. They are changing the state of our nation, and I, for one, am thankful for these women and the women like them. They’re women who #wearthepants. (more…)
Well, maybe not last, but not always first.
Yes, that pit will always be in my stomach as I watch my daughter ride a treacherous bit of terrain. But the sheer elation on her face and the growing confidence in herself when she cleans it? Well, that shatters my pit into a thousands bits of joy. (more…)