It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
When you find a place in Nature where the mind and heart find rest, then you have discovered a sanctuary for your soul. — “Eternal Echoes” by John O’Donohue Family members from Arizona and California can’t figure out how I can stand Minnesota winters. I answer that you can always put on enough layers to…
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful. — E.E. Cummings, poet (1894-1962) Such crazy weather this summer — lots of rain, sticky hot, then shiveringly cool, knock-you-over winds that come out of nowhere, then sunshine, blue skies and peace. Here’s a sample of clouds from last Thursday where the weather wasn’t quite sure what it wanted…
Despite the best of intentions, it’s been awhile since I posted here and will probably be awhile before I post again. It’s been an interesting summer — strange and perplexing and directionless and maybe a better summer because of that.
I’ve come to rely on my GPS to get me around. It’s a safer way to navigate than the paper maps I used to use — looking down at the map, up at the road, down at the map — all the while losing my place amongst the list of turns.
I’m a little embarrassed about yesterday’s post. I’m a quiet, private kind of girl. A Zen dog — the kind of dog that Maery needs. Latte on the other hand is a Zany dog. She and Maery are a bit too alike to be good for each other in large doses. The whole bathroom thing…
Someone who is easily distracted, even when they try to get away from distractions, needs to remain vigilant and avoid exploring branching tributaries. On my writing retreat, I began to notice how many times I got off course. I’d be humming along and suddenly notice that I was tweeting. How did I end up on…
