Dirt doctor

From Angelina’s latest post The lesson is plain: always keep one foot in the dirt. I want to know what other gardeners feel when they are working in their little kingdom. Tell me what it does for you, what you think about (if anything) while you prune and plant and weed. I want to know [...]

Nowhere and points beyond

I had this friend. We traveled the road together for about 13 years and I figured we’d be shooting each other text messages in our eighties, or telepathically kicking each other in the ass from our respective front porch rocking chairs. But she decided she’s done with friendships, at least in the way and shape [...]

Why wear goggles in a shit storm

So much for not holding my breath. My chest is so tight the last two weeks, I feel as if my lungs are full of wet wool. I do a lot of deep breathing when I remember, or when I realize that my pounding headache is likely due to a lack of oxygen. I keep [...]

Coming out of the bunker

I know it’s been as quiet as a tomb around these parts, but I’ve been holding my breath for the last few months. I forgot what it feels like to draw in the air around me and fill my lungs to capacity. I keep having to remind myself to suck it in and let it [...]

True north and points beyond

Thank you for the comments, emails etc…I miss you too and I read, though rarely comment anymore. I’m fine, just feeling quiet. Living it all instead of recording it for a change—honoring the pull to simply be in it observing my own reactions. That’s me there, soaking up the sun and shaping my world as [...]

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