Category: Soul Ride

I am pretty sure I first began writing just for me. It started with poems at a very young age about the usual stuff – the sun, the moon, animals and music. They escalated in intensity in my early teens. It seems at the same rate as my hormones. A few months ago, while getting…

I blame Tim for the scar.  The one on my leg. Another creative idea was in the works, this time at the cabin, the day I got the scar. Tim had bought a sheet of stainless steel, and for some reason it was laying on top of the coffee table, waiting for its final destination…

The WORD love can feel pretty useless. I want to be very clear on that. It doesn’t even come close to representing ALL the different ways or times that I have cared for people. Family, friends, partners, pets. The waves. The moments. The phases. So, I rarely could I describe the extent of my feelings…

The day after Tim died, I went to a yoga class. And I felt nothing on my mat. It didn’t feel bad. It didn’t feel good. It simply felt like there was no heart in my practice. Thursday evening was my night for Community Yoga taught by my wonderful friend Amy. So of course, I…

I have always been an “I”. I have made decisions for myself. I have acted as an individual. That has been important to me for a long time. My Mom would probably tell you, for a very long time. However, it dawned on me after Tim’s death, that I was also a “WE.” It’s not…

I love to hike. The first time I hiked was in the Drakensburg Mountains in South Africa when I was eighteen. Not a bad place to start. I recall being awed and feeling a connection to nature that I had not previously known (thanks Geoff). But I truly didn’t hike much until my late twenties.…

I like to say that I don’t have any regrets in life. I’ve not always made the right choices and decisions. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve even done a few things that I am not proud of. But, if I am on a soul journey, I am willing to accept that it is part of the…

Things are different. We’re wearing masks, working, schooling and exercising from home, and cooking more.  Restaurants and retailers are closed, or their hours and services are reduced. These are the inconveniences. Things are different, and there is more to it than inconvenience. Speaking for myself, there is, A sense of isolation from being home more…

Outward support is tangible, easy to recognize, and to acknowledge. If we are fortunate, we have good friends and family who do and say things to help us. This isn’t just when times are tough, but regularly and consistently. That’s one of the reasons we all keep one another around. During the recent pandemic, we…

Spending this past winter in North Carolina was important to me. A friend recently asked, what was your goal during that time? Good question. What I knew for sure was that I needed to get back to the community that Tim and I had been a part of for 15 years. It was an important…