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Category Archives: Walking
Being a Writer (51)
I’ve discovered something I do love unequivocally about writing. I love being a writer. I love it when I feel like a writer. I love having lines of prose come to me in odd moments, placing the big cat bowl … Continue reading
Posted in Musings, Reflections, Self-reflection, Spirituality, Thoughts, Walking, Writing
Tagged being a writer, being in both worlds
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Little Old Men (47)
The first time I saw the beach near Todos Santos, I felt like I’d traveled back through millenniums in the thirty minutes it took me to walk through the desert to reach the ocean. I moved across the untouched sand … Continue reading
Posted in Birds, Daily life, Inspiration, Life, Nature, Photos, Travel, Walking
Tagged Andre Norton, brown pelicans, Loreto, pelicans, Sea of Cortez, Todos Santos, Witch World
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No Regrets (39)
I turned down a chance to hike in the desert this morning with people I like very much. It would have meant catching the bus at 7:45, and it sounded like too much to me last night, too much to … Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Blogging, Daily life, Friends, Gratitude, Home, Life, Nature, Walking, Writing
Tagged Christmas lights, new year's eve day, quiet joy
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Morning (35)
There is cat pee on the floor outside the litter box, and I sweep it halfway across the room before I realize. Sable complains for breakfast, his voice loud, grating, ceaseless. I am kind the first nineteen times I tell … Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Daily life, Home, Life, Nature, Walking
Tagged Christmas, lemons, Mourning Dove
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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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The Day of the Dead (31)
I harvested my “Mexican” marigolds for my Day of the Dead altar. I wished I had a sugar skull, but my little sombrero-wearing skeleton and my painted wooden cats brought it to life for me. In Ajijic I went to … Continue reading
Posted in Birds, Gratitude, Home, Life, Prayer, Spirituality, Walking
Tagged altar, Day of the Dead, dia de los muertos, Halloween, pagan new year
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Good Day (23)
Sofia’s fur soft and warm against my knee wakes me in the late late dusk progress on my goal this week to catch up on my sleep. I grab shorts in dim light walk outside unwilling to break my three-week … 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
Desert Evening (18)
Yesterday evening I was walking in the hot air my mind still flipping through images of cottages in Long Beach and Palmdale dreams of living on one of the metro lines never having to drive again on southern California freeways. … Continue reading
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