Recently, this adorable fairy house appeared on my morning route. I saw it tucked away in a tree overlooking the bay. It was clearly constructed with great imagination, care, and love. I especially appreciate the popsicle stick grate thoughtfully placed on the carved out window on the up cycled kleenex box. It boasts a charming full bedroom suite complete with bedding and a leaf chair.

So grateful for the being that created this and lovingly placed it here so the fairies could be super comfy and enjoy the view.

I have never cared too much about celebrities or thought of myself as a passionate bird lover. So who knew I would be so excited to meet and hang out with my new favorite star—Morro the brown pelican, Since I moved to the coast, one of my favorite things is to head out in my kayak into the pelicans’ habitat and "lunchroom” as they fly over and feast within yards of me. Morro is featured in the film Pelican Dreams, and his story is fascinating.

Morro suffered a debilitating wing injury in 2009 and was taken in by Willow Tree Wildlife, an amazing wildlife rescue organization lovingly run by people who planned and hoped to rehabilitate Morro and release him back into his ocean world. Morro has a wing disability resulting from an injury and can no longer fly. He now lives in a magical place with a variety of animal friends and seems to be quite happy.

Bill shared with us that when it’s migration season, it shows in his behavior: he perches high on a pole and flaps his wings as if he knows it’s time for his summer vacation and seems happiest with his new life as long as he has fun playmates. We witnessed Morro with his goose girlfriend Lucy; he appears to be quite into her in his quirky male pelican way, and they were pretty sweet to watch. Morro has quite an interesting role in the world now; he is now living his life as an educator and has touched thousands of people. He has starred in a film that has been shown in numerous schools and state parks and helps bring to life the hazards that pelicans face in the wild.

So grateful to spend quality time with a pelican and to get to know Dani and Bill Nicholson. They are not only amazing beings; they care enough about the world to dedicate their lives to lovingly rehabilitating wildlife and addressing issues that impact our environment.

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I have always been a softie for lemonade stands and was very happy to discover this one a few doors down while heading out for my morning run. This is Murray and his baby sister Maya, and they were the team behind this pretty amazing lemonade stand that was formed to celebrate the summer solstice last week.

The adorable, enthusiastic, and quite brilliant Murray probably thought he enticed me over with his sweet cry of “free lemonade." Of course I would never pass up a lemonade stand, but he didn't know that. As I was getting money out to leave in the donation pitcher, I was delighted when he sweetly "up-sold" me, sharing that "If you give me all the money you have, you can also have a piece of taffy.” Funny, I started to babble about my sugar intake with a 4-ish year old who promptly pressed a piece into my palm and declared, "If you don't want it now, you can save it for later," as I was happily and clearly dismissed for the next customer.

I was grateful as I walked away with a delicious cup of home-grown lemonade. A great kickoff to the summer and a deeper appreciation for the evolution of lemonade stands.

Thank you, Murray! I just found the taffy in my pocket. You made me smile all over again.

I recently returned from a 5 day silent meditation retreat deep in the back country of beautiful and very serene Ojai, California. Going into silence after a busy year is an annual ritual that brings me peace and clarity to wrap up the past year and jump start the new one. I always gain insight, usually in the most unexpected ways , yet one of the most challenging aspects of meditation for me is to consistently bring a beginner’s mind and childlike wonder each time I sit.

My new year’s day began with the perfect reminder as I was spending some down time hanging out with the eclectic mix of peacocks, geese, roosters, and chickens. They were the sweet noise in our silence on this historical family house and farm we were staying on, based at the entrance to a very secluded park with rugged terrain and great trails.

As I was standing there, a local hiker and his toddler son approached the pen, as this very spirited peacock started doing his peacock thing and got beautifully puffed up, animated, and loud. I found and listened with my delighted beginners mind as the questions started rapid fire and dad calmly explained "when the peacock gets all fancy like that he's trying to impress the girl peacocks" .... dead silence from the boy who continued to stare and try to understand .... dad continues after a few minutes with "kind of like when daddy wants to make mommy really happy he puts on a suit and brings flowers" . The boy seemed to get that easily, with no further questions. Then the peacock turned around, started shaking, stomping, and showed us his other side. Dad quickly and easily explained, "As you can see, this side is beautiful too, like when Daddy is grumpy and wears his sweatpants and Mommy loves him anyway, everybody has other sides, and you can just see his clearly." With that, Dad got no more questions.

In our mutual silence, we were then treated to a great peacock show, and I walked away with a shiny new view not only on peacocks but on the two sides to everything. Grateful to start the year with a beginner’s mind.

I have always been a big fan of parades, and the more "small town creative" the better in my book. The annual Christmas parade in my new world of Los Osos, California, was themed "Christmas Under Construction" this year and made light of a current nuisance we are experiencing, our little slice of coastal heaven is undergoing some serious street surgery for sewer installation, and the construction is creating a bit of chaos everywhere. It seems we have embraced the inconvenience and are celebrating our progress towards completion soon.

I was pretty inspired by the creative use of standard everyday construction icons throughout the parade and thought these two were quite something. Who knew a horse could be turned into a unicorn by a strategically placed traffic cone and another horse decked out in full parade regalia fashioned out of construction vests and dazzling with a construction tape tail bow?

Grateful to be part of a creative community with a well placed sense of humor and a new twist on a holiday parade.

I recently left Portland and moved back to California to follow my heart and live in a small coastal town in an area I have always loved. It has been a big transition in every way, and I am now beginning to realize the magic of simplicity in a new way.

I have been making a conscious effort to be outside hiking somewhere new and amazing for sunset each night and have found many beautiful and totally isolated places along the coast and mountains.

This is now a favorite, a spot next to the Cayucos Pier with nobody around, dolphins playing in the water close to shore, and the special, sweet sound of a young boy practicing an instrument. He is out on the pier, playing his trumpet with his whole heart and soul. He brought his music stand and all; he was pretty good, and the sound of the ocean waves crashing was the perfect background. I will always think of him when I am here now and am grateful for the magic and the music of the moment.

One of my favorite things about Oregon is the surprise and delight found in little doses everywhere. I have seen several varieties of bike racks covered in crocheted granny squares, artisan-upholstered bus stops, and many other cool examples of creative expression in unusual places.

This is the most inspiring and original so far: the Japanese maple in the heart "sweater" to protect it from the cold Oregon winter, with its fancy matching slipcovered planter and trashcan, and its neighbor tree decked out in rainbow stripes.

You have to have to stop and appreciate the tremendous effort, the TLC and the soul it took to do this, grateful for the anonymous knitter for the sweet surprise and perfect sense of humor ... after all every tree deserves a heart "sweater"”

I arrived in Copenhagen, Denmark, yesterday, a city that has been on my list for some time, I came here to be inspired in what is known as one of the healthiest and most creative and design-driven cities in the world. Within hours of my arrival, I was wandering the streets, open to inspiration and like-minded souls and was almost instantly immersed by a group of happy and radiant Danes out on a "love walk."

Their mission is to create and share a "global heart" and create community where there is diversity and room for all to stand together as fellow beings to create a more loving and peaceful world.

I joined in with no hesitation and felt instantly connected and accepted in a country very far from home. I will definitely stay involved in some fashion to help spread the word in my own little corner of the world. I am incredibly grateful for the sweet synchronicity, new friends, and the amazing welcome to Scandinavia on the other side of this crazy world .

I just returned from a whirlwind trip to Europe for business, always a welcome and refreshing change to be out of the country, and with the impending presidential elections, this trip took on an all-new twist.

Sleepless in Germany I turned on the TV to find the second presidential debate under way on the BBC. I watched in disbelief as the "binders of women" and other crazy facts and phrases were dropped like weird little grenades the potential leaders of the country would later use against each other. Then the somewhat harsh but seemingly objective BBC commentary began. No wonder the rest of the world thinks Americans are crazy. Almost everywhere I went after that, I was coaxed into somewhat intense political conversations about my voting preference, the candidates, the election, and what was going to happen to America.

One night, a tough taxi driver wouldn't let me out of the car until I promised I would vote for Obama, as he appeared to be convinced that if Romney won, the whole world would collapse instantly. He seemed quite certain that my single vote might make or break the election. It's fascinating to experience firsthand how humans across the planet perceive American culture and lifestyle. In India last year, as I was confirmed as an American, the common response was "Yes, America—a black man living in a white house,” followed by a mocking chuckle and head bobble.

The progressive nature of Amsterdam seems to have the perfect outlook, as there were quite compelling posters plastered everywhere showing the morphing of both candidates’ faces into one and advertising the "Presidents’ Night,” which was billed as a giant party including comedy and, of course, an all American breakfast.

Although I am not at all a political heavy, I am painfully aware there is a lot at stake here, yet something about my recent international travel experiences makes this whole nonstop election mania seem a lot less serious. Just think while we are waiting for election results on Nov 6 people all over the world will be watching and potentially even celebrating in ways we cannot even imagine, And at this point a heavy dose of comedy and a big breakfast just might be the best approach.

Enough said.

Grateful for the simple reminders everywhere.

Found by Clair in NYC

I choose to believe this was a very sweet, almost stealth "Carmageddon" Buddha blessing on a Los Angeles freeway today, because we all might secretly need it.

It's amazing how most of us (including myself) are hyper-traffic-aware Angeleno’s and are still in disbelief about how this could possibly happen, but now are busily planning our weekends around traffic.

Funny how we perceive that our lives might be, and may be, completely disrupted by a 10 mile stretch of a 405 freeway closure.

Always grateful for the reminder that it isn’t always about going somewhere else…
and sometimes it is.