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
A few years ago, my boss introduced a fascinating book to our small group – StrengthFinders 2.0. The general concept was that humans spend too much time trying to improve upon our weaknesses instead of sharpening our skills in areas where each individual has the most talent. My co-workers and I took an intensive, validated test… Continue reading Attack of the (marriage) Killer Tomatoes
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’
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
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
“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
******* 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
“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
