I’m Not Okay – Take It Back!
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…
It seems like so many people are doing 30 days of something. I’ve done my own stints of 30 days of yoga, 30 days of bicycling, 30 days of meditation, 30 days of poetry, and so on. 30 days sounds doable. And if you can hang in there for 30 days, there’s a promise, implied…
“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….
For anyone who’d prefer to listen to the post, I’ve included an audio recording (9:21). I tried to outrun it. Even attempted to dive under the thing. And yet the wave caught me, a linebacker hitting from the side. She took me down and dragged me across the course sand. A few blue and yellow…
So far Xena (my kayak) and I have explored a little bit of the Mississippi River and a little bit of the Rum River. The skinny, little Rum surprised me. There were partially to fully submerged tree sections to frantically steer around. It wouldn’t have been such a frantic effort except that it was also…
Not to sound morose or overly dramatic, but there are some moments that it seems I can literally feel myself dying. Of course, we all are dying in a way as we age. But generally, we don’t FEEL it — the body going cell by cell. Oops! There goes another one!
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Mary…you crack me up. Love the footware.
YOU are Fabulous, Super Duper, Extraordinary, and Sensational!!!
Hugs to you, you fabulous lady, you! Your happy, funky feet do make me smile. And I am partial to reddish colored shoes (I miss my old combat boots which were this same fabulous color of burgundy…they died of overuse 7 years ago, but I still miss them!)
I love those boots! They are so awesome!
Mary…I just checked this out…I’m online again, for now!
You are as AWSOME as your boots! Great to spend the day with you!
You guys sure now how to warm a girl’s heart. Thanks!
Yes! Those boots did make me smile. And the poem was great.