WHY DO WE WAIT FOR THE RIGHT CONDITIONS?

WHEN THE WRONG ONES WILL DO

WHY DO WE WAIT FOR THE RIGHT CONDITIONS?

GROWING AND MAKING STUFF

MAKES ME HAPPY

GROWING AND MAKING STUFF

AWARENESS...

STAYING AWAKE TO THE REMARKABLE IN THE ROUTINE

AWARENESS...

Hi. I’m Maery, a writer in the Twin Cities. Although I no longer have the body for extreme adventures, I love to bicycle, go horse trail riding and take hikes with my dogs.  

One thing you should know before you join me on my quest -- I don’t have a map. And I’ve been known to wander off course and stop to listen to birds and look for agates. I also have a few issues with fear and anxiety. In other words, I’m not a good role model or adventure guide. But in this time of uncertainty and polarization, I'm not sure anyone has a reliable map. We'll just figure it out as we go.

horse standing in manure pile

horse standing in manure pile

King of the manure heap

cat climbing leg Queen that climbs

dogs playing Princesses that tussle and spin

fat bike by river Woman who rides

dog by river

Mississippi River Ice Jam

Jagged edge
Cut like a knife
glint of silver
bouncing light
draw
sharp
words

Dark blue
to depth of black
black and blue
cold
like
ice

Mirror image
reflecting back
a depth of
what
you
see

What you give
and if that’s nothing
what you take
deep
dark
desire

Is that you?
Do you
slide up
against the edge
pushing up
to a point?

Jam to
a stop
still
until you
sink
silent

Until there’s
A shift
A rearrangement
A gliding past
of what’s still
to what moves

dog by river

Mississippi River

Mississippi River

November was about taking photos and writing (almost) daily. It was about not freaking out about my job and worrying about how all of our efforts (my and my coworkers) were going to turn out.

Workwise, we’re still not done with the race, but we are hitting the home stretch. And so I’m wondering what December is about, if it has to be about something, which I think it does, as I’m feeling groggy-headed and unbalanced. Like someone stumbling out of a cave into too bright sunlight.

I need a change in eating habits. The solution for working long hours appears to be donuts for breakfast, fast food for lunch, and chips and ice cream for dinner. Time to move out of grab and gorge mode.

Challenging myself with something seems like the only way to clear my head and get back to some kind of place of not feeling like $#!+. Maybe just more of what I’ve been doing – photos and writing – only with a vision of where I want my practice to take me.

Maybe just emptying my head for a bit and not doing so much thinking…