Tag Archives: humor

To learn how to sit in the scary woods of the mind

Posted on December 5, 2016 by

“Do you really,” my good friend asked, “want to be an old woman who can’t remember things?  Do you really want to lose all your faculties?” Sigh.  She had read my latest blog post. “Ummm, no,” said I.  “If the … Continue reading →

Posted in December, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 43 Comments

Barbecue sauce, cousins, and maybe a sideways grin

Posted on May 31, 2016 by

OK, pals, this is one of those blogs that I sometimes write with nothing to say.  It’s kind of a stream-of-consciousness blog, so stay away if you want something congruent and logical. (Although, who knows, perhaps that may happen!  I … Continue reading →

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 37 Comments

“I’m scared,” said Goldilocks to the Three Little Bears

Posted on April 28, 2016 by

On Sunday I wrote about cultivating the unexpected, about Elizabeth Gilbert’s book BIG MAGIC and about courting a life that refuses to stay in ho-hum ruts. Inspiration begged me to start a daily journal recording Unexpected Happenings during each day. … Continue reading →

Posted in April, 2016, Unexpected | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 45 Comments

32 years and out (as a politician)!

Posted on April 22, 2016 by

I know you blog readers may think I’m totally flaky at times–one minute writing a blog a day, the next minute quitting for almost a year.  One time posting quiet meditative nature photos and the next time babbling on about … Continue reading →

Posted in April, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , | 54 Comments

Whoooo you votin’ for?

Posted on April 19, 2016 by

I am doing something totally inadvisable. Writing about politics. There is no way you can win when you support your candidate.  Two fifths of the populace will arise in support: Yay, man, you are so right! Two fifths of the … Continue reading →

Posted in April, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 53 Comments

Itching relentlessly

Posted on March 8, 2015 by

  Forget it, friends.  No pictures of icebergs, snowflakes or squirrels beneath the bird feeder. My life has narrowed to one perspective. Itching. Relentlessly. It all started with jumping jacks.  Or perhaps leg scissors. I found myself with Sue and … Continue reading →

Posted in March 2015 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 90 Comments

Follow your feet.

Posted on August 29, 2014 by

Years ago I attended a spiritual workshop out in the green and brown hills of Montana. The snowy crests of the Continental Divide towered over us.  Our teacher gave an assignment: Out you go onto the ranch.  Instead of allowing … Continue reading →

Posted in August 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 66 Comments