Author: Yve Harrold

When I was a young girl, I would save the last few pieces of paper from a memo pad or a set of note cards or stationery. It wasn’t for future use. The remainder would stay in its purest state. I stored the pristine items in a box that held a lingering powdery bouquet from…

I left my hometown in Indiana two months after my 18th birthday. I have lived in Johannesburg, Chicago, Atlanta, Charlotte, Davidson, Phoenix and now, Denver. It might sound like a lot of moves, but, I had a long stay in North Carolina – 21 years which included 8 years in Charlotte and 13 in Davidson.…

For sixteen years I lived in Davidson, NC which was dubbed Pleasantville by my friend Debbie visiting from Chicago. The evening she was at our house for dinner she got an absurd dose. It started with our neighbor, Katie, coming to our shared fence to say hello and chat; then a colleague of Tim’s pulled…

Possessions. I have my moments, when I’ve been grasping onto to something, and then it happens. Suffering. I shake my fist in the air and say outload, “This is what Buddha meant!” Attachment leads to suffering. Attachments are transient and loss is inevitable. I came home from a quick grocery run and found my second…

The first time I hiked, at age 18, I remember feeling so alive. I’m an Earth sign. Does that have anything to do with it? In the past two years, living in Colorado, hiking has become something more than an occasional activity. The opportunities here seem endless. During this past year, 2021, I completed 79…

What if, during this lifetime, we did everything we could have ever hoped for. That doesn’t mean we didn’t make mistakes. It doesn’t mean we wouldn’t take any do over’s. But what if, for the most part, we had and did more than we ever imagined we would or could? Tim went through a lot…

I’ve almost depleted the master to-do list that has looked the same since October, and I am cranking out a new one. I can’t function without my lists. There are daily tasks, weekly items, and the sometime-in-the-near-future stuff. Most of the major 2021 items have been chipped away at. And today, the promise of a…

My blog has been live since March 2020. Like so much about these past few years, it is hard to believe. At that time, I was inspired to put my yearning to write into this format as a result of a conversation. I was talking to a friend, about what, specifically, I don’t know. It…

I am so afraid that I will never be who I once was. And I am also afraid that I will be. I wrote this singular thought in my journal with no other comment. And there it sat for months, although, often playing on a reel in my head. I read this in a blog…

Warning. I feel angry today. Some days, I don’t want to be here. I don’t mean not alive versus dead, here. I mean, here, in the midst of suffering, violence, addiction, poverty, disease, hatred, ignorance, natural disasters. The here that we find ourselves in on this planet. I am angry about it. I understand that…