Ever listen to the weather channel?
Partly clowww deee
I hear the mechanical voice say
My life is partly
clowww deee
with reflections of cold, steel gray
With an occasional punch
of glow, orange and bright
to make it through the day
Over and over, I walk the paths near home, alongside the Mississippi. Follow the river… Isn’t that what lost people are told? As I walk, I wonder how far the water has traveled and where it will go. Does it end up back in the clouds? Will it rain down to the river to travel…
I dream of the day I wake up and words pour freely out of my head, I suddenly grasp depth of field and know how to perfectly operate all the settings on my camera, and I ride my bike effortlessly up a hill of slippery snow and zig zag through trees without holding my breath.
‘To rest on one’s laurels’ – If someone rests on their laurels, they rely on their past achievements, rather than trying to achieve things now. My blog has been on quite a journey. It started out as a blog about my life on my dream hobby farm with my dreamy husband. Or so I thought….
How does one get unstuck? You know, that kind of stuck where you can’t seem to carve out enough time (or what you believe is enough time) to do a decent job at something so you do nothing.
Gliding down a hill on my bicycle, I see a break in the tarred path up ahead. These cracks, potholes, and raised pavement happen a lot in Minnesota with our extreme changes in temperature. There are also the tree roots that raise the tar in defiance. Unevenness and cracks at a distance can be tricky…
I’m a hard working person, perhaps obsessively so. I tend to think, “Once I get ____ done, then I can relax, get together with my friends, go horseback riding – in other words, after the work comes the fun and not one moment before. The only problem is that once I finish ____, there’s always…
