Winded

I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair. || Evel Knievel Another snow storm moved into our street last night. Flurries flying sideways but the sky still shone bright at 8pm. The clouds must have crouched over the town, reflecting the street lights. Every year

Beards

Beards are the new six pack. || noted at the bottom of the event t-shirt I couldn’t sleep last night. You can’t un-see the Hairy Man-Sweater contest. You read that correctly. My wonderful friends, my Love and I went to the 2nd Annual Rocky Mountain Beard Competition last evening in our town. Yes. Mostly locals

Cat Feet

The fog comes/on little cat feet. It sits looking/over harbor and city/on silent haunches/and then moves on. || Carl Sandburg The snow is falling again today. This is the fifth day. Carl Sandburg writes of fog with cat feet but he must not have met my cat, Mitty. No, she is not fog. She is

Slow Hours

We need to cultivate space for beauty in our lives. Beauty is absolutely essential for our hearts to be buoyant. || Felicia Semple I read an article on crafting last night. You see, it is the Slow Hours, as I like to call them. Snow has already made its appearance several times and we are

Developing

Time is momentum which means it keeps moving but the beautiful (and sometimes problematic) thing about certain moments is that although they have long since passed, they never quite lose their momentum. They sometimes circle around and around and again and again to the surface. Twenty years may have slipped by and the image is

Haul

…Be open to the fact that you never know what you’ll find. || Lara Spencer What is it about loading up on someone’s junk that is a bit addicting? My Love and I spent Saturday morning going to garage sales. We usually grab some coffee and a wad of cash and load ourselves into the

August Autumn

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand. || Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking I’ve not been writing much this summer. My soul has been quite mute on that subject…any subject. I have been on pause deep within. Conscious of time going by, longer and

The Spaces In-between

At first the stars fill up everything, the Southern Cross, Orion’s Belt, a gazillion flickers I can’t name, which make up the Milky Way. Here it’s called Willka Mayu, or the Sacred River…Oso has told me that Quechuans animate the dark shapes behind the stars. They see animals, in the absence of light. And these

50 Mile Pile

He said, “Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in 10 seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.” -Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 And here it is, after two months of silence, my next blog post. (Do you ever have moments when you

Coddiwomple

Still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate, and though I often have passed them by, a day will come at last when I shall take the hidden paths that run west of the moon, east of the sun. || J.R.R. Tolkien Yup, coddiwomple. It’s an actual word. Unlike