Trees of Transition

Comfort for people going through life transitions by sharing thoughts, photos, cards, and recipes.

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Lots of Phlegm? Here’s a Natural Way to Help!

Have that croupy cold going around that has lots of phlegm and coughing? We got it last week, and one thing that is helping us #recover is eating lots of #pineapple! Pineapple contains #bromelain which breaks up mucus in your #lungs and so you can cough it out.
Mom tip: I just discovered that I can cut the core of a pineapple into strips and give them to my one year old for him to gnaw on. The #fiber is strong in the core so that he does not bite off big chunks, but he can enjoy the #juiceand little bits break off. He then can breath better and the mucus isn’t so bad. Now I know my guy likes pineapple! 🍍

If you want to not have to eat pineapple, you can buy bromelain in capsule form. Check these out:

NOW Bromelain 500 mg,120 Veg Capsules

My favorite is to just eat lots of pineapple…so choose what you like best. What other foods do you eat when you are sick?

Copyright 2018

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Thank you again, and peace to you and your family!

~Mary Hope

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Do What You Love, Even if it Scares You!

Here’s a scene from coming back from northern Wisconsin yesterday, and here’s a challenging quote that I found in Christy Wright’s book Business Boutique: “Fear kills more dreams than failure ever will.” -Susy Kassem. 

Choose to do what you love even if you are scared sometimes! Teaching junior high students was one of the things I have done scared. What have you done–even though it gave you anxiety?
-Mary Hope

#greatquotes #businessboutique #christywright #naturephotography #treesoftransitionart 

Copyright 2017

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Fighting MS and Working to Find the Cure


What would it be like to have Multiple Sclerosis (MS) as a teenager? My cousin, Lisa, was diagnosed with MS several decades ago, and she has fought the disease valiantly. There still isn’t a cure to this disease, but that doesn’t stop her.

Lisa still chooses to keep researching new treatments, to keep reaching out to others, and to still have hope. She has found a new treatment she is going to try, but she needs help gathering the funds to pay for it. Check out this GoFundMe page with more of her story and to help her out: Lisa’s GoFundMe

Her brother also has been having a football game the day after Thanksgiving for about 40 years now to raise money to help find a cure; if you want to find out more, check out this link: 2016 Turkey Bowl to fight MS

In light of all that Lisa and others like her have gone through, let’s stop and remember how many things we have to be thankful for, and let’s help them!

~Mary Hope

Copyright 2016




The Trilogy of Rings



“Mary, I have a question to ask you. Will you be my wife?” Stephen said as he held out the diamond ring. (I had always wondered how the guy would say it: “Mary, will you marry me?” seemed too repetitive; Stephen did it just right!) My smile deepened as I said, “Yes, yes, YES!!!!” as he slipped the solitaire diamond on a simple white gold band onto my finger. The diamond shone in the light, but I focused more on my brand new fiancé. We laughed, cried, and prayed together before going back to the houseboat to share the amazing news. That day, August 13th, 2015, my hands now had three rings distributed between the ten fingers, and there are stories behind each one of them. This is the story of the Celtic knot ring I’ve had for seven years, a ring I wore for two weeks, and the engagement ring I’ll wear the rest of my life.


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Thoughts on Paris and Prayer


Looking over my WordPress feed today is bittersweet because of all the talk of the tragedy in Paris.

People of Paris–many people are so sad about what you all are going through and are praying for you for comfort and hope.

My thoughts have turned to prayer because that’s what I first started doing when I heard the news yesterday.

Prayer works. Like a bridge from the spiritual world to this physical world, prayers create energy that passes between the realms. For example, over the last few weeks my fiancé and I have been praying for a friend to not lose her job in a merger. We prayed about this a few times a week; emotion wasn’t the driving force, we just knew God cared about our friend and this situation, and we could help it by praying. This Thursday our friend texted us that she still has her job! Seeing prayers answered still is a wondrous thing and brings a smile to my eyes.
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Full Circle


Recently I looked up when I heard a student call my name, “Miss Campbell!” The girl with light, flowing hair looked much more of an adult than when I last saw her in her school uniform as a Senior last year. There stood a graduated Senior from the class I taught for two months last fall! Continue reading


Friendship Failure? Part 2: God Even Uses Fortune Cookies!


Last night I opened the fortune cookies my parents and I had received at a Chinese restaurant earlier that day, and God used those silly slips of paper to encourage me! It’s time to strengthen the friendships I have and make more. There might even be some spicy conversations!

By M. H. Campbell

Copyright 2015


Friendship Failure…or Just a Transition? Part 1


Are you a failure if the person you had your first deep friendship with seems to be ending or just be surface-level now? Many people first experience this during high school or college time, but I’m wrestling with it now. My heart has been struggling with it for a while, but the answer is getting clearer this week: No, I am not a failure in friendship—it is just a transition time.

This is a transition time in this friendship. We’ve both changed a lot since college, and sometimes those changes cause people to part ways. I don’t know what will happen with this relationship; I have sadness mixed with hope.

One stressor that hurt our friendship was my desire to be in charge of the relationship. A few years ago I was just starting to learn about my control issues. (When you are learning about how to deal with control, there will be some relationships that are damaged; I wish it wasn’t the case, but this is how it happened for me.) Part of what hurts me is that I didn’t know I was hurting her at the time; she did not choose to tell me until months later. I wish she could have been more honest with me; that is part of what stings. I forgive her.

My control issues damaged this friendship, but the experience exposed them as well. I do not want to lose more loving friends, so the pain of a hurt friendship has taught me that control is not worth it. I’m learning to trust people deeper, thus freeing them to be themselves. I don’t have to try to control them to protect myself; I may get hurt this way, but the peace of letting people be who they are is so worth it.

The pain kept surfacing when I would reach out to this friend and hardly get a response. In order to heal, this week I’ve had to decide to let just relax and let this friend be where she is at. A friendship grows because two people are watering it, and if this friend is too busy or doesn’t want to be friends anymore, I can let her choose that. I can let her be who she is now, and I will be who I am. I can reach out once in a while, but let her choose if she wants to go deeper again or not.

When I realized that she had been one of my closest friends, but that may have not been the case on her part–that hurt. I can feel the pain, process it, and so it won’t bubble up every time I think of her. I can let go of the pain, forgive myself for damaging the friendship, but also realize we both have a choice here. I would love to be friends with her like we used to be, but she doesn’t seem to want to, so I can let her go! I can enjoy the memories of all the fun we had together.

The healing is sinking deeper. There are many other wonderful people who DO want to be my friends; she was my first deeper friend, but she is far from my last.

By M. H. Campbell

Copyright 2015

P.S. See Part 2 for a fun encouragement that came after I wrote this yesterday!


Exercising My Trust Muscle

Walking to my work from that parking lot would take 27 minutes and I only had 24 minutes. This was my first day. I had to trust that the shuttle would come or I needed to run.

I wanted to just do it myself and run, but it was nine degrees (Fahrenheit) out, and I would be late for sure.

I chose to trust, and three minutes later the shuttle came, and I got to work early. Helping students register for college classes filled my day, so I had a blast.

This experience brought up my insecurities with trusting people: Can I depend on people to come through? Should I just do it myself?
My family growing up was a “do it yourself” mentality where we made our own candles, bread, and even maple syrup from the sap from our maple trees. Those were good things, but this feeling I was feeling had hurt me in other situations by not opening up, just trusting people, and relaxing.

I used to think I just had to depend on myself, and if I wanted things to happen, I had to, for example, walk to work.

My beliefs have been changing from letting love in and relaxing more. This situation helped me practice trusting more, and I’m glad I did because, man, it was cold outside.

By M. H. Campbell Copyright 2015


He Calls Me “Mare-Me”


Getting fired from my job sucked, but so much good has happened since then that I could gratefully say, “Thank you,” to those old bosses if I ever saw them again. Because of the flexibility of job hunting, I visited my brother, sister-in-law, and one year old nephew, Jack, about five times this fall. Since I’ve been around more, Jack recognizes me!

My sister-in-law told me, “He even recognizes you in photos! I showed him photos of family in a picture calendar, and when he saw your photo he said, ‘Mare-me!’ ” I even got to hear him quietly say it (he’s all boy, but sometimes he says his words very gently). This made my heart happy!

Seeing Jack’s smiles after he wakes up from a nap and having snugly time for a while is priceless. Seeing how he started talking and can say, “yes, no, ball, Mama, and Dada” so clearly now is amazing! He has been growing up, and I’ve been able to be around for parts of it. I got to be there during sleep training and going to all milk and no formula.

My sister-in-law is one of my heros–by how she delights in her job as a Mom, even though she is talented and could do other things, she chooses to nurture Jack, and can make some of the parts of motherhood that are very slow and hard, quite fun. She tickles her boy, loves him no matter what, and Jack is just blossoming!

I love seeing how my brother has so much fun with his boy, and Jack has great basketball skills for a one year old.

I can not put a price on these experiences–taking Jack to the apple orchard, celebrating Halloween with him, and making hand-print dough ornaments. The little guy that calls me “Mare-me” is such a gift.

By M. H. Campbell Copyright 2014