I am an admitted personality-type junkie. Guilty as charged. This summer Jason took the psuedo-Myers Briggs assessment and as a result for a month we geeked out on personality types, sharing Pinterest posts and reading type descriptions. We made all the rest of the #dirttherapycrew take the assessment. I had a great deal of joy…
Category: Reflections
Equanimity: Mental Calmness and Composure – Emily
I’m going to apologize in advance for my poetic nature when I write. I’m not very good at articulating what I’m trying to say and will admit it’s much easier to describe things when I’m comparing them to something else. That being said, I’m here to talk to you about one of my favorite places….
Golf. Day 1. – Misty
Ahh, golf. My least favorite of Dirt Therapies. Jake loves it. I tolerate it. No sport can make me angrier, more frustrated, or expel the dirtiest of words from my vocabulary than the game of golf. I can say that I do love getting out there in a park-like setting, watching my husband do what…
Self-Care: Is It Just A Buzzword? – Kaela
As I am writing this, a chunk of our Dirt Therapy crew is out at Smith Rock in Eastern Oregon and I am not. I am sitting on my couch. I think it might have even been my suggestion to put Smith Rock on the options list for this weekend. However, I’ve been thinking a…
Groundhog Day – Kaela
Have you seen the movie “Groundhog Day”? Bill Murray, Andie MacDowell, 1993. The day that just keeps repeating, repeating, repeating. Bill Murray’s character is supposed to evolve and change over time, finally coming to grips with bettering other people’s lives and learning to truly love. Well, apparently Someone had seen “Groundhog Day” and decided to…
Black Butte’ie’ – Misty
I was dying. Of this I was completely convinced. Kaela Anne had persuaded us that this hike was one for the books and was up there at the top of her list of favorite hikes. She had done it. She had done it on an empty stomach and hadn’t even broken a sweat. She had…
A Love Affair – Kaela
I was in first grade when I fell in love with the outdoors. I vividly remember wandering down trails of the McDonald-Dunn Forest outside my hometown wet and cold with all my first grade classmates. Naturally it was raining– it is Oregon after all. But I remember the glistening ferns and the loamy smell of…
I’m Moving to Oregon – Misty
I was 24 years old when I decided to leave the only home I’d known, traveling clear across the country to my own parts unknown, and move to the Pacific Northwest. Literally. I had never traveled any farther west than New Mexico. My husband had, as a child, bounced back and forth between Texas and…
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