was my line while I hiked up the ridge this morning.

One way I practice meditating is by spending time outdoors, by myself.

I laugh at how often I have to recenter myself, even when I’m completely free from my usual distractions — husband, kids, work, my next meal...it’s clear to me that my greatest distractions are my own thoughts!

As I neared the top of the ridge, a wooden bench caught my eye. It looked a little worn, tucked away on the hillside.

I trotted up to it, and cried when I read the plaque:

IN LOVING MEMORY OF

IVY F. CHRISTENSEN

1920–2013

A GREAT MOM

Today I reminded myself to “be here, be me.”

What would I want my plaque to read? I am curious to explore that.

For now, what a gift to be here.