And when you want something, all the Universe conspires in helping you achieve it ~~Paulo Coelho from The Alchemist ***** It’s no secret to the people who live inside my bubble, that I’ve been unsettled all summer. That I’m antsy and tackling bones that won’t rest. On the days that I don’t travel for work,… Continue reading I Write Down Wishes So That They Come True
“Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest that we take between two deep breaths.” ~~Etty Hillesum ***** Monday, right? You have a big list rowing waves in your head. Groceries Graduations Taxes Work Kids We can approach this week one of two ways. With dread and trepidation and angst that… Continue reading Monday? You’ve got this. (Short Read!)
Note: Reposting a favorite from March of 2014. With a late arriving spring, landowners and farmers are burning fields and pastures to eliminate weeds and promote new life. Whether this is the first time you’ve read Prairie Burn, or you’re indulging me again, view it as a meditation and a call to look inward and… Continue reading Prairie Burn – Repost
It starts as a tickle. A whiff. A verdant flash in the upper left quadrant. An undulating breeze that smells like Oklahoma. One moment, a blanket of white covers the hard bed outside your window, and then overnight it’s dotted in green and yellow. Like a bear, this winter has made me sluggish. Science says… Continue reading Hibernation
We are not privy to the stories behind people’s actions, so we should be patient with others and suspend judgement of them, recognizing the limits of our understanding. – Epictetus I pitched to the editor of Topeka Magazine, a story about a prison greenhouse project. I’d written two other articles for him, so… Continue reading Where Flowers Grow in Concrete
4:50 a.m. – the alarm rings its tune from the kitchen counter. No need to have set it (and checked twice)–I was awake at 4:00. Time to make sausage links. Knowing that other moms and dads were in their kitchens at the butt-crack of dawn made me smile. Understanding the reason why we were doing… Continue reading Playing for the Guys Next to You
Note: I wrote the original post Sept 11, 2015. With some revisions, I’m sharing a message that still resonates today. Thank you for taking the time to read. xo ***** George Strait was my first country singer crush. In college, my roommate and I sang Amarillo by Morning to each other while we Aqua-netted our… Continue reading George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11
Originally posted on The Sister Lode:
SWHEAT GIRLS: SEPARATING THE WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF No trip is shorter or more meaningful in our family history and heritage than the one Suzanne and I took today. It is a mere 72 miles from my home; I could drive it with my eyes closed. Suzanne moved to…
The hills, they lie. Whether you’re a runner, a biker, a walker, or human being trying to muddle through life, the hills can reach up and grab you with their dirt, gravel,or asphalt arms. They choke you with an alternative reality and can convince you that you’re: slow old fat out of shape out… Continue reading Thanks For Keeping Me Going
An attitude of gratitude – a catchy phrase singing in my brain this morning. A song set on repeat that won’t go away unless I address it. Not that I would ever want that song to go away. I had been working on story #2 – the sequel to the tomato mayhem posted last week,… Continue reading In-Your-Face Gratitude
