Summer Words

Every now and then I notice someone has looked at my website. They probably wonder where the words are. I do too.   I was almost done with the first draft of an autobiography when COVID-19 hit in March 2020. Plans to go to my daughter’s bridal shower came to a shrieking halt. So did…

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Begin Again Because It Matters

Quarter Circle A Ranch, Big Horn, Wyoming Begin, again. Back in March during the first blush of the COVID-19 lockdown, I thought I’d jumpstart my blogging . There was a strange, giddy air online – people baking, creating, singing. Eventually the enthusiasm wore off as reality set in. Life was changing dramatically. Yes, skies cleared…

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Stillnesse

at the still point, there the dance is  ~ T. S. Elliott   The word stillness comes from the Middle English, stillnesse for tranquility, peace, security. It’s paradoxical to think of dancing in stillness, but isn’t that what many of us are doing now? It’s been a month of social isolation for me, my husband…

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The Garden Gate

  Part One: Tarot card of the day Oh how I love stone walls and garden gates! This beautiful image comes from The Herbcrafter’s Tarot. It’s written by Latisha Guthrie and the artwork is created by Joanna Powell Colbert. I’m proud to call these two wise women my friends. It’s been my honor to circle…

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Many Rivers to Cross, 2.0

  There is a pandemic happening in the world right now, not just at home in the USA, even though we Americans have an “interesting” attitude about community in the midst of social isolation. There’s a lot being written about it all, the good, the bad, the ugly, the heartbreaking. We’re in this for the…

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Home is…

Home is memories of meals, holidays, celebrations. Home is feelings of belonging and estrangement. Home is not always where the heart is, nor is it where one lives. There was a brick house with faded white paint on Edgewood Terrace that used to be my home. I can’t remember the color of the window shutters…

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Rediscovering what was

Before adulting was a word, before internet and cell phones, I lived in Idaho. First, I left Virginia on a one way plane ticket sent with love and expectations. Then, I remained after our divorce with no house and no wheels. Living alone for the first time, with $500 in hand, I went car shopping.…

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Sublimely Brazen Aging

  Five years ago I wrote about being sixty-one.   Five years is a short time. Five years is a long time. Five years is an arbitrary amount of time, like my age.   Sixty-six.   I’ve been alive for over 24,000 days, living them one day at a time. One moment at a time.…

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Turtle Girl

one restless night I woke thirsty      itchy   wings grew out of my shoulders   silly girl, she said turtles don’t have wings oh yes they do   my shell is heavy my legs are slow   but when the moon is full, I sprout my wings and fly far away remembering desire…

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Dawn – to become day

I was half asleep when I took this image at 6:10 a.m. I forgot I took it until I checked my photo library for something else. It got me wondering, how much of my life do I go through semi-conscious? It’s all too easy to get into a routine and forget to pay attention.  …

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