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Tall and Small (34)
I see Helga and Gino partway down Indian Trail as I’m crossing Sonora. We wave to each other, and I keep going. What, I can’t walk in a different direction so I can say hello? There is no reason I … Continue reading
Posted in Home, Life, Nature, Reflections, Spirituality, Thoughts, Walking
Tagged Dogs, mountains, San Jacinto
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Fear of Flying (33)
“Be fearless and fully committed,” my horoscope said. “You will soar.” I wrote it on a Post-it, stuck it on the mirror behind my kitchen sink. Being a writer is scary. I went to a writer’s conference in July, and … Continue reading
Posted in Reflections, Self-reflection, Thoughts, Writing
Tagged Dorothea Brande, Natalie Goldberg, writing conference
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Not Foreign (32)
Our country of origin is an odd thing. It shapes us. Even people who leave their native land when they are three years old are molded by it in ways they may never understand. Even people who only spend six … Continue reading
Posted in Home, Life, Personal, Reflections, Thoughts
Tagged country of birth, foreign born, Germany
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Mexican Marigolds (30)
My yard is alive with French marigolds, the dark orangey red ones with a brighter orange woven in. Their variegated petals are hardy, their flower faces reaching toward the sun. I am glad the bees like them. I’m still eating … Continue reading
Inner Flurry (29)
It was an email from Vivie that sparked it a one-unit class needing an instructor. My gut yelled, “No! Don’t take it!” My instincts screamed, “Run!” But I wrestled with them stood still instead knowing this may be a gift. … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Nature, Personal, Reflections, Thoughts
Tagged decisions, sand, sea, sun
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My First Whale (24)
I was 49 when I saw my first whale. I’ve wanted to write about her ever since. I’ve lived in California most of my life, but I had to leave the country to meet her. I was sitting on the … Continue reading
Dogless (21)
I close the gate behind me and head out through the wall of heat 111 degrees at eight o’clock at night. It is hard to move hard to keep going hard to breathe impossible to think of anything else. There … Continue reading
Summer Afternoons (20)
The cats sleep on the old wooden shelves at the side of the house Sable sprawled inside the empty top shelf Sofia wedged two shelves below between the bird feeder and the black plastic bucket I used to gather bougainvillea … Continue reading
Starry Nights (19)
At June Lake in the eastern sierra on a Sunday night I see the stars for the first time in four years. They seem surreal so even when I am ready to sleep I put my glasses back on again … Continue reading