Sometimes work gets in the way Winter Solstice has come and gone, not un-noticed and not without the setting of intentions, but all un-written until now. And as we all know, thoughts don’t become real until we get them out of our head and onto paper. Writing My book is written and I have the… Continue Reading
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Meet The Girls
I have been MIA I know, but for good reason: I want you to meet my new friends. Actually, they are old friends but now I know what they look like, and it’s all because of setting Intentions. I skipped writing about intentions last year as I was apparently on the two-year plan with getting… Continue Reading
After The Election You Still Have A Choice
Thank God this debacle is over. The gutter brawl between the parties threatened to spill into my front room and had become so, so tiresome. Now we know and I am not wasting any more energy on this election. There are people to be taken care of, runs to be run, tests to be taken,… Continue Reading
Some people’s kids
I was at work when the tragedy in France unfolded and did not understand why my friend was posting that she was “Charlie” (No…no, I am pretty sure you are Beryl….) until I read the news that night. I found it ironic to remember that while the shootings were going down in Paris, a Muslim… Continue Reading
A Closed Mouth Gathers No Foot
I have spent a pretty big chunk of my life perfecting the art of being hard on myself. I swear, if self-criticizing was an Olympic sport I would always be on the podium (and it better be the gold!). While being very understanding of others (and excusing inexcusable behavior in some) I have a history… Continue Reading
Re-balancing
I started this post in our typical un-spring-like spring; an entire season ago. Too much time has gone by and so here it is, a little disjointed, but that is kind of the way things have been lately. Walls of water snuggled the tomatoes and squash through the snow and cold of early summer.… Continue Reading
Winter Solstice 2013
“Well. Here we are!” This has become my traditional toast and since Gandalf and Pippin can’t hold a wine glass I hear an imaginary *clink* as we salute this night. Christmas lights are bright, my fireplace is toasty and this year Loreena McKennitt has joined my Winter Solstice music companions Jennifer Cutting and the Windham… Continue Reading
Little Cat Feet
Gandalf and I stepped out into the deep grey mist; he blended in beautifully and while the fog wasn’t so dense he disappeared at the end of his leash, his edges did blur a bit. This is the least-foggy place I have lived but my Pavlovian response to seeing it remains intact; without fail, the… Continue Reading
Rescue Me!
He was found in a barn; no mom, no litter mates, just a persistently cheerful ball of fur. The people at the barn didn’t know where he came from, either, and when he was still there the third time she arrived to ride the deal was sealed; she was taking him home. He was a… Continue Reading
Summmmer-time…..
I don’t even know how to start this post…I am just so happy I could spit. I do feel bad about killing the ants, though. I was down for peaceful co-existence but they were all about world domination and it just wasn’t going to work. It was them or me. Anyway, two summers ago… Continue Reading
