Hell yes!
With a pause in my step and a big sigh, I said it out loud. Why am I doing this? I’ve asked myself this before. It’s usually when I’m feeling tired, exasperated or even doubt. I suddenly realize I’m working pretty hard at something and I’m wondering if the anticipated rewards are worth it! So,…
Sacred moments
I paused to smell a rose. With the scent, tears puddled in my eyes. Was it a memory, nostalgia, or just the pure beauty of it? I wasn’t sure. Memory is the mental capacity to retain and revive things learned or experienced previously. I have become a reluctant observer of memory loss. My mom has…
Checking the box
Have you ever felt like an imposter? Uncertain about whether you could pull it off. Whatever it was or whoever you were supposed to be at the time. I sometimes experience this when traveling. And I definitely have had this feeling when moving to a new place, not just a few miles away, but to…
Having an adventure
Hiking the Wicklow Way in Ireland. Will return to my blog in two weeks. See you then.
Not always what it seems
I never thought much about summits until I moved to Colorado. If you spend any time on the trails, it’s part of your language here. The summit is the highest point on a mountain, and when you reach it, you have summited. I’ve certainly been fortunate enough to have achieved many, especially over these past…
I can be your friend
How do you learn to be okay when it’s not okay? Even if we vow to see the bright side of our surroundings, to live in the moment, and to find joy, most likely, it’s still pretty easy to make a list of the irritants, the troubles, or the pain if we are asked. My…
I didn’t mean to be a gunner
The lowest. The hottest. The driest. I went on a hiking trip in Death Valley three months ago. More than a few people raised an eyebrow when I mentioned where I was headed. Isn’t it funny how we’re each drawn to places for our own reasons? My love for the desert took me there. And…
What are we saving it for?
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…
Secret Angels
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.…
It’s a really, really, really easy choice
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…