journal.

cactus story.


  one morning, as we were rolling our way through canada, mister jones was out and about walking the pack. he's always looking down, looking for rocks. we both do. i was home alone in rollee, and pretty soon mister jones appears, saying, "i brought you something! i thought it was a rock,…

a day in these days.


    frenetic -- late 14c., from Old French frenetike, from Latin phreneticus, "delirious," alteration of Greek phrenitikos, from phrenitis, "frenzy," literally "inflammation of the brain." * i move slowly these days. not for any reason other than to remain mindful and grounded. multi-tasking and juggling too many thoughts just ain't productive for this gal.…

this day.


here we are, on a journey. at first i thought it would simply be a rollee home trip, a long drive to there and back, but i am finding that this is a longhaul search for what pleases my soul. i have been reading “the body keeps the score” (as…

yeah.


      this past holiday season i was gifted with a cup on which is the poem we are in no hurry.  this is rather the theme of my life these days. i sleep when sleep comes, i dress for pleasing my soul, i snowshoe in the evenings as…