By Cynthia K. Johnson  

 Like the old Heinz Ketchup commercial, so have been the last few weeks as well as the next few weeks as we anxiously awaiting the arrival of some warm weather. I don’t know about you, but I have been doing some clearing and clearing, and even replacing including my schedule. Not sure what I am making room for, but I know I need the space. read more

IT’S NOT OKAY

By Cynthia K. Johnson

As most of you know by now, we recently welcomed a new grandson who made his appearance two weeks early amidst carefully laid out plans by both parents and grandparents. We were preparing for the date of May 4^th, however, complications set in and that plan fell null and void.  I found myself with not only a full book of clients but a three year old excited about the highly anticipated adventure we had been talking about for months.  Funny he was not surprised or disappointed by the change in plans, when you are three, you live as you should, in the moment.   read more

By Cynthia Johnson

Have you ever found that the thought of missing something was worse than it actually being gone? I miss summer already. In fact I have been feeling for weeks that summer was passing too quickly, as I sat with the window open this morning, my cat cowering from the cool air floating in, this thought came slamming to the forefront of my mind again. read more

By Cynthia K. Johnson

Last Sunday afternoon we drove deep into the woods in a section of Harford County which happens to be a part of Gunpowder Falls State Park.  It’s a favorite spot of ours, away from all technology and consumerism.   We seemed to be in need of healing from nature that can only happen as the spring foliage writes over this past winter’s long and frigid tale. read more

April 21, 2013

Last Monday afternoon a difficult week began.   I was taking a break to eat, turned on the television and, I found myself watching what was unfolding in Boston.  Being on a bit of a time constraint as usual, I continued to try to eat, and I remember thinking…this is making me sick.  I don’t know whether I was talking about the food, or the mayhem flickering across the screen in front of me.  I watched until I realized, there was nothing else to report, I closed my eyes, said some prayers and continued to get ready for the meditation group. read more