As the seasons change and life shifts

There is not a lot of time

as I move about my day

So much to be done

duty calls

But throughout my day, I take pause

And think of a little joy.

The future is hard to configure

and plan

and know

Hope can be challenging

when so much is at stake

Will I do the ‘right’ thing?

Will I keep all the plates spinning?

What if I forget?

What if I screw up?

Breathe…

Think of magic moments created in the past

The ones that turned out right anyway

The scrumptious…


image via <a href=”https://www.peakpx.com">Peakpx</a>

As I look at more years in the rearview mirror than ahead, I ponder how I ended up here. So many ideas of what I was supposed to do and where I thought I was going. I’m happier with myself and by myself, but it was not always this way…

I had such a blissful young life, oblivious to so much. The “golden child” doted on by everyone in my wake. Life was handed to me in scrumptious bits and the gift of adoration, plentiful and constant. Moving into adolescence in a world not my own, the realization that I…


Photo by Aung Soe Min on Unsplash

Life is truly what happens when you’re busy making plans

Sometimes they go accordingly

Timing precise and in tune

Then there’s a glitch, a hiccup, a pause

At times it’s incidental, others monumental

Just because these happen

Does not mean we are flawed

Not broken, not failed

No blame, no shame

It is not simple or easy or insignificant

It will take time, and effort and grace

To unravel and unwind and find a new pace

Balance patience, self care and settle into the space

Be mindful not to squander precious time nevertheless

Bid some adieu and wish them well


In the solitude of an empty house, my mind wanders to comfortable places far away

I open my Pandora’s Box of stolen moments

Each precious gem held up and examined

Viewing each facet with new admiration

Searching deep for the glimmer that reminds me of bliss

Sometimes my retrospection floods into my conscious mind

Like a river unleashed amidst a rainstorm

Other times like the morning dew accumulating imperceptivity

Emanating into a drop barely detected had it not been anticipated

I let my mind wander at times to the precarious place of imagination

In a world constructed without encumbrance

As…


It’s been a helluva a year, which is a major understatement. There are a lot of things about 2020 that the world wishes did not happen, global pandemic, racial unrest, murder hornets and natural, as well as man-made disasters…

But there’s more.

C Hagland- Myopia


A personal journey into an emerging field.

In 2017, I was invited to a conference in Kansas City by a foundation I only had a passing acquaintance with, I was told I had been nominated to attend.

We need you and people like you to empower the makers, the doers, the dreamers of our society. We believe that everyone has the fundamental human right to turn their idea into an entrepreneurial reality, regardless of who they are or where they’re from, with zero barriers in the way.

The ESHIP Summit is the Kauffman Foundation’s inaugural gathering of ecosystem builders and…


We are a few days away from the Presidential Election in the United States. There is so much at stake and stress levels are volatilely high. Racial tensions, global pandemic and natural disasters are adding to the burden of our daily lives and existing pressures. It is no wonder we want to shut off the world of voices that conflict with our ideals and values.

The heightened problem with shutting off is that we have also fallen into a pattern of self justification and righteousness. We are not challenging our own assumptions, learning and saddest of all we are cutting…


(inspired by Be Still Media to create art that is about hope, good and beauty, I share these thoughts in response to Saul Bellow’s quote: “Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.”)

(I have tried to identify the photographer so I can give them credit, but unable to locate. If you have information, please let me know.)

In this time…
When it is precarious to be around others
Where sharing space
A touch
A kiss
Could be lethal

I want to love with reckless abandon

I long to step into the fog
Not looking down at where I am going
Barefoot

To leap across the chasm
Without a running start
Unable to see the other side
No net

Arms spread ready to take…


Forming Future Agro Challenge USA in the midst of crisis.

As the world continues to be enveloped in the COVID-19 crisis we are experiencing the non-medical effects of the virus. Along with the economic downturn as businesses, small and large feel the strain not only of the pandemic, but of the measures set in motion to slow the spread.The food supply chain has been crippled and this issue will likely get worse before it gets better. …


Thinking about “the day after” COVID-19~Forget reset, it wasn’t meant to be anyway.

Image Copyright: jannoon028/123RF

As the blanket of COVID-19 covers more of the world and the number of people infected increases, the degrees of separation with the virus is decreasing. These days are filled with a colossal amount of information and noise, and it’s a lot to process…A LOT. Several weeks spent trying to understand, navigate and make sense of it all has been overwhelming.

Many of us are undergoing levels of grief and mourning. Our internal grief shows up in stages we’ve may be familiar with, but haven’t connected it…

Cecilia Wessinger

Community & Ecosystem Builder, Collaborator, Catalyst, Speaker/ Facilitator. Lover of words, ideas and people.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store