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Turning 38
I recently turned 38 and life, of course, deviated from the one set in stone paths, the direction at that time I knew was it, I knew was my only way. I am not complaining or disrespecting the station I find myself within. Despite vowing to never remarry, I subconsciously and consciously find myself living…
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Time
At the risk of revealing my physical age, my 20-year high school reunion is happening sometime this year. I refuse to remember when, or acknowledge this fact. As time has passed, which is inevitable, and moving forward beneath our feet, (however we can control our path within that), I have learned to let go of…
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Transition – Chaos
I have spent many hours the past few weeks, in quiet contemplation. Setting aside books, news, papers, pen; I allowed the environment, consisting of the wind, rain, snow, temperature, sun, moon, bird calls, raven squawk – any event to rummage around inside and surface an emotion or memory. Years have passed and some memories are…
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Home
To know my place here, the culmination of past, present, and now – requires awareness of my roots, where I came from, the events and experiences dictating the path. I now accept the path I chose, each bump, each divergement, even the occasions when the path ended at the blue cliffs overlooking the tumultuos waters,…