Adventures in Imperfection

Miles Away and Free Fallin’

It would have been easier to stay inside. Chain my legs to the desk and motor on. It would have been normal or even acceptable to complain about the falling temperatures and how the 1-2 inches of snow were wreaking havoc with my plan to run outside. I run year-round, all-weather, but fifteen degrees makes… Continue reading Miles Away and Free Fallin’

Adventures in Imperfection

Capturing a Light that Leaves Too Soon

For three seconds on the shortest of days, this morning’s sky held the hue of a painter’s palate smeared in pink, mauve, orange, and purple. In the periphery from my desk, I could see what looked like a sky on fire brushed with splashes of native grass and high line wires. I need my camera were… Continue reading Capturing a Light that Leaves Too Soon

Humor

Winter is Coming: the Dog is cold, and the Cat is Indifferent

Two hours and forty-seven minutes. Is this the cooking time for a pot roast? Is this the length of the Nutcracker at the local theater? Is that how long we spend lost on Facebook (or Instagram, or SnapChat, or Twitter…or…)? Nope. None of these. Two hours and forty-seven minutes was how long I slept last… Continue reading Winter is Coming: the Dog is cold, and the Cat is Indifferent

Adventures in Imperfection

The Cards We’re Dealt

“Think of the life you have lived until now as over and, as a dead man, see what’s left as a bonus and live it according to Nature. Love the hand that fate deals you and play it as your own, for what could be more fitting?” ~~Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 7.56-57 Quoted from The Daily… Continue reading The Cards We’re Dealt

From My Kitchen to Yours

Peaches and Cream (Cobbler) – From My Kitchen to Yours

******* The aroma of fresh, roasted or baked peaches fills my spaces with warmth and pleasure. Can you think of anything else that smells like a peach? Oranges, lemons, and limes smell citrusy. Apples carry the scent of clean green or crisp honey. The bouquet of  strawberries and blueberries melt together into a sweet nosegay… Continue reading Peaches and Cream (Cobbler) – From My Kitchen to Yours

Adventures in Imperfection

A Little Lost, A Little Found

“Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.” ― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost   Rusty barbed wire lines… Continue reading A Little Lost, A Little Found

A Chorus of Lovely Voices · Guest Posts · Inspirational People

Between Hope & the Highway: A New (and FABULOUS) Novel by Charissa Stastny

Let your hopes, not your hurts, shape your future.  ~~Robert H. Schuller ***** I have the coolest, most talented and kind friends — in cyberspace and fur reals! Today, I’m featuring a friend whose beautiful face you’ve seen in these hallways before. She’s written another book, and I’m excited to tell you about it today.… Continue reading Between Hope & the Highway: A New (and FABULOUS) Novel by Charissa Stastny

Adventures in Imperfection

Nature’s Geometry: An Introduction to Phi Pattern Paradise

“I wonder at the starry pattern in the sky Are they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?” ― Munia Khan *~*~*~*~* Calculus, algebra, and trigonometry. In high school, these were the subjects I was told (and believed) I would never master. Though my mind migrated to right-brain dalliances, I took every advanced math… Continue reading Nature’s Geometry: An Introduction to Phi Pattern Paradise

Inspirational People · Monday Muchness

Pickin’ Wildflowers

I said I wanna touch the earth I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly I wanna sleep on the hard ground In the comfort of your arms On a pillow of bluebonnets In a blanket made of stars Lyrics from “Cowboy Take Me Away” by Martha Maguire, Marcus… Continue reading Pickin’ Wildflowers

Adventures in Imperfection

Waking from a Summer Slumber

What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? ~~Tatiana from A Midsummer’s Night Dream by William Shakespeare September~~A month with diary pages written in the charcoal smudge from burning brush piles and a pen pocked with pollen from goldenrod and ragweed. This morning’s words are courtesy of a 4:37 a.m. itch to both get up… Continue reading Waking from a Summer Slumber