Grounding Myself Part II: Growing My Network of Roots

A little love letter to my corner of West Virginia

Old farm equipment on my morning walk. Everything gains a little extra magic in the fall light.

This post is a brief one - a bookmark, really. Just a midweek check-in to urge you to take a look at the big, wide world around you. Not the one that lives in your phone, but the one right outside your front door.

After a rough start to the week, I heeded the warning signs of my nervous system and took much better care of myself on Tuesday. Essential for me: pen to paper, feet to mat, water and coffee before any kind of electronic interaction.

A drive up to one of West Virginia’s oldest small towns to meet with a new friend - a fellow former fed and serial entrepreneur with big ideas and aspirations for her community - provided new fall scenery and filled me with hope: a public garden with figs, Brussels sprouts, tomatoes, and grape vines where last year there was a neglected patch of lawn; a beautiful library giving out free toy microphones to delighted kids; a bustling coffee shop with a hig…