So fellow travelers, mindful of the childhood lesson “If you can’t say something nice, it’s best to say nothing at all,” I’ve been silent here. Truth be said I have little which is positive I could say about work, this creative funk or lack of trail walking due the weather. There was this moment on …
Rejoice
So fellow travelers, this Easter Fools morning greeted me with a joyous serenade. Sweet notes, bright enough to wake me just before dawn. As I watched Light gently transform the last shadows of the night through the window I caught a glimpse of orange as the solo songster flew off towards another tree. So clear …
The Twenty-first Crossroad
So fellow travelers, people often speak of kids growing up “in a flash.” That has not been my experience as a parent. The passage of three decades from the birth of our first child to this moment of Favorite Youngest Daughter reaching adulthood has felt more like a marathon, one I ran far more willingly …
Razor’s Edge
So fellow travelers, the ability to maintain an objective space for others on their journey requires unyeilding concentration. How therapy dogs accomplish this is nothing short of miraculous. Me? It’s a daily challenge, but this old “dog” is doing her best to learn the tricks. Sitting in a quiet space watching madness ebb and flow …
Until
So fellow travelers, this early morning image of our recently thawed pond feels like a metaphor for things evolving around me. Darkness smooth as glass deep as night soft as velvet deceptively inviting mesmerizing until a spark of Light ignites hope tread water listen love calls from the illuminated shore hear follow swim breathe …
Enough
So fellow travelers, this post references issues of current concern in the United States. It is my perspective, based on my personal experiences. The topic is difficult yet it has become impossible for me to move forward in my daily creative routine until I address it. Even after extensive editing, it is long. It may …
The Final Disappearing Act
As a rescue volunteer, stories like Merlin’s always touch my soul. That he had a second chance is a gift granted by special people. I hope Dianes post inspires others to give another dog a second chance.
Hidden Losses
So fellow travelers, sometimes the trails I traverse are haunted. Footsteps crunch on snow Hidden birds burst from branches Regrets and losses Scatter like feathers Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.
Inside Out
So fellow travelers, I’ve been feeling besieged by storms of many origins. Outside the wind howls Ice pelts windows while inside Faith flickers but holds Truth is I miss my daughters I miss my backyard birds I miss my favorite trails I miss my sanity Well not entirely, not yet. There’s some still left holding …
Two Hundred Thirty Two.
Nancy’s writing goes right to the point and speaks right to my heart.