Woman on a Journey

The ups and downs of aging and the changes life brings on.. Topics include divorce, loneliness, loss, spirituality, and more.

From My Higher Place

From My Higher Place

I cannot know what this time, this circumstance, a loss, a gain is going to mean to the entirety of my life. Why do I waste so much time resisting my circumstances instead of looking with eyes that see neither negative or positive but just go ahead and live each moment as though it is…

A Study in White

A Study in White

I am writing this on a Monday, a full moon Monday, where the silliest thing is making me smile. When I tell you what it is, you will shake your head, or maybe not, if you fancy yourself to be a woman who occasionally runs with the wolves. My 99 cent thrill is an application…

The Same Yet Different

The Same Yet Different

It’s all a matter of perspective Where do you put your focus? Is it on the dreary damp of icy rain? Or on the beauty of crystallization? Do you see the contrast  Between light and shadow? And know the wonder of both? Whether you take a broad view Or narrow things down Focus on details…

Down to the River

Down to the River

Paper, emails, messages, class assignments They arrive faster than a roadrunner cartoon Anvils rain from the sky Duck! Hide under the desk! “Take me down to the river” She whispers Where tufts of white Glide between stone blue ice Two, then four, then more Silent as statues Three observers One human, two not Watch from…

A Trip to the Dump

A Trip to the Dump

“Why do you write?” a fellow blogger asked in her post. “To find treasure in a heap of garbage,” I muttered to myself. Writing reminds me of when I was a kid and my dad or uncle would fill up a trailer with broken chairs, mattresses, ceiling tile and carpeting to haul to the dump….

A Son’s Visit

A Son’s Visit

Even with only a brief visit from my son, my house feel oddly empty after he leaves. I long to make him another cup of coffee and see him standing in my kitchen, stirring in cream and sugar.  I even miss watching the smoke drift past my living room window, as he stood outside on…