A few miles from our home is a highway that leads to a retail area with practically everything we need. It’s easy. It’s also frenetic. I’ve yet to drive on that road without cars and big-ass trucks cutting me off and tail-gating so closely they could easily connect to my bumper with a zip tie. Taking that route I’d be agitated by the time I arrived in town. Thankfully there is another way. Running parallel […]
I can’t speak to another’s artistic process. Even my own is difficult to put into words, an elusive, other worldly energy fueled by whispers on the wind that echo inside my mind and manifest in a physical reality. A puzzling delight. I look for answers in the woods as the world is waking up. In the cool breezes of the early hours where deep wisdom is offered up from swaying tree branches while birds sing […]
5:35 am and already I feel like I might be running late. The forecast is an unseasonably hot day, could reach 100 degrees. In Spokane where we live, this is expected in July or August, certainly not in June. I have 2 choices as I look to the day ahead; grumble, complain and feel sorry for myself, or just get to work doing whatever I can to keep all living things in my care as hydrated […]
Well, it’s official … our household has gone to the dogs. To two puppies actually, Moose & Maya. These little fur balls with sugar sweet faces and fluffy soft white fur (when they’re not smeared with poop) have turned out to be terrorists in disguise. The M&M’s teethe on everything they can fit in their mouths and generally rip it to shreds, pee copious amounts of urine frequently, howl when they want attention (which […]
I’m going to blame it on Sudoku. For some reason that I cannot understand two of my kids are obsessed with these puzzles. I look at all those numbers and instantly break out in hives. Not them however, my mystifying offspring vie for the daily Sudoku in our newspaper, cynically placed in the want ads just under ‘Pets’ … Wicked. So it happened that at breakfast while working out the days puzzle my son casually […]
I have moved 18 times in my life. Some of those were fairly inconsequential, such as several from dorm to apartments in college years. Others were significant: leaving my large extended family firmly planted in the midwest to seek the forested Pacific Northwest and on to the high desert country of the Inland Northwest where I now live. Where, if I have my way, I will live to my end. Packing up and re-locating is […]
Mary Oliver, in her exquisite poem “Wild Geese,” writes, “You only have to let the soft animal of your body loves what it loves.” I often breath in those words as if my very life depended on them. That simple sentence pours comfort on my soul as no others have. “Mary,” I ask, “Do you mean to say that I can simply write, create stories in my imagination, paint, walk in the woods, doodle, cook […]
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