Natalie Ogbourne

Traveling the Tough Terrain of Midlife

Once upon a time, we knew where we were going and how to get there. Then came midlife. And now we feel a little lost.  

Did you see that coming? Me neither.

It’s challenging territory, but there’s good news: Even though there is not a one-size-fits-all map to tell us the way, it’s possible for us to find the way. 

That’s what we’re about here–finding our way.

If you’re traveling the tough terrain of midlife, you’re in the right place to find encouragement, companionship, tools, and practices to help you navigate by attention, intention and faith rather than autopilot, discouragement, and drift.

Happy trails ~

Natalie

The Real Risk of Rushing

The Real Risk of Rushing

Between the morning’s family-friendly hike around Trout Lake and the afternoon’s challenge trek to Sepulchre’s summit, we traveled through Yellowstone’s Lamar Valley. We knew this place well. At least, we knew it when it wore the colors of fall. But this was May, and...

Why Do We Keep Going?

Why Do We Keep Going?

My husband and I set off into the woods at a brisker than usual clip. Sooner than I hoped, the trail made good on its short-but-steep reputation. After a short lag, my steps slowed because there was no way I could keep that pace at that grade all the way to the top....

How to Get Moving Again

How to Get Moving Again

“Time to get going,” Dad said as he thumped on the tent I shared with my husband.  Going? I could barely move.  I freed my beleaguered body from my sleeping bag and crawled from our tent out into the morning chill. Stiff and sore from the previous day’s ride, I picked...

Our Steps Matter

Our Steps Matter

After clocking out from the early shift at the gift shop, I left the Inn for a long, leisurely stroll through the Upper Geyser Basin. Beginning at Old Faithful, I walked past lesser-known features and family favorites as I made my way to my destination: Morning Glory...

Walking in Tension

Walking in Tension

Crossing the empty parking lot, I zipped my fleece jacket to my chin and drew my fingers into my sleeves. It was August and already the mountain morning air held heavy hints of the coming autumn--known in Yellowstone as “early winter.” Side by side, my dad and I...

Summer into Fall Challenge

Summer into Fall Challenge

I was finishing up the dinner dishes when my daughter, sixteen, slipped into the house and said, “You might want to stop and come outside. The sky is beautiful. I don’t think you want to miss it.” I’ve learned to listen to that girl. She pays attention. She’s attuned...

Hoar Frost Encased Pine Bough on the Upper Geyser Basin