… And other musings. Ruby had been sputtering along in a stoic way on seven cylinders but she finally complained loudly enough, and refused to signal when turning, so I bit the bullet (wallet?) and took her in to a mechanic referred by another nomad friend. Whatever gremlins have been rambling around in my other…
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A Breath of Fresh Air
Yesterday we took a ride up to the Dixie National Forest in Utah. It’s the first time since my trip to Anza Borrego that I’ve seen trees with real leaves, like, oaks and pines. And my first time by living water since the creek at the canyon in Arizona at the beginning of fall. I…
Van Life Meets Pandemic Life
This life is about freedom, exploring, community and nature. Much about van life though is naturally self isolating, or at least involves very reduced social contact within small groups. Yes, we stopped game nights and yarn-spinning around the campfire, even though no one in our camp had been sick. We stay a few feet apart…
River Run
The title may be a tad misleading… There is a river, but no one’s running 🤣I do ride my bike beside the Colorado, though. As our camping group breaks apart bit by bit, the pace slows considerably. As folks move on, more arrive. Sometimes we have visitors for a few hours and then they mosey…
#vanlife, Beauty, camping, Introversion, Life, mental-health, Musings, Photography, Solitude, Van Life, Writing
Pack and Play
After almost two weeks of talking mainly to myself, plants, and inanimate objects, I need some socialization. Yes, an introvert just wrote that sentence. I too, am surprised. I’ve figured out that introversion is how I process the information I take in over time, but it doesn’t really define my personality type, now that my…
#vanlife, Autism Spectrum, Beauty, camping, Grief, Life, mental-health, Musings, Photography, Solitude, travel, Van Life, Writing
Life is hard
The wonderful thing about Google photos is that it sends you reminders of where you were x years ago and what you were doing. Well, sometimes it’s wonderful; other times, painful. Today it reminded me of where I was five years ago. I was camping, alone, down in Florida, under another full moon. I hiked…
Morning Pleasures
I’m nearing the end of twelve work free days, a luxury I’ve not had in over five years. But today I had to start easing back into my normal sleep/wake patterns for work on my East coast timeline. So I was up at 0300 Pacific time. Music kept me company for a while, checking email…
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“I’m all alone, with no one beside me..”(Donkey in Shrek)
And so it goes! After traversing Arizona moving south and westward, I finally arrived at the RVing Nirvana known as Quartzsite, or “Q”, as one mountainside proclaims visually. I had seen a video or three on this place. Seemed cool enough. However, after having the freedom of truly boondocking, this is just a leetle different…
Wish upon a star
It’s funny sometimes, how things happen. I stood in the chilly darkness before work this morning straining to see a falling star. It was breezy, quiet and dark. Only the sound of the wind in the junipers, the rustle of grasses, and the trill of unseen insects kept me company. But no such luck. Tonight,…
Falling in love
#vanlife, Accomplishments, Analysis, Beauty, Grief, Life, Minimalism, Music, Musings, Personal, Photography, Progress, travel, Van Life, Writing
Defining preciousness and value
So, I bought a campervan. Nothing big, nothing fancy, nothing new. Just new to me. I want to approach this kind of like a fiddler crab, edging sideways towards a new hole in the sand; or maybe a hermit crab, checking a new shell for a better fit, always remembering that it is me…
alcoholism, Analysis, fear, Grief, Introversion, Life, Mourning, Musings, Photography, Solitude, Writing
“Pooh hasn’t much Brain but he never comes to any harm…”
The Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living A decade. One hundred and twenty months. Three thousand six hundred and fifty days. And so on. The pain of missing has diminished, except on the days when it has not. Those days have at least become less and less frequent. Philosopher and Poet David Whyte says of…
Sacrifice?
What does that word really mean? The technical meaning is to slaughter an animal, or to offer a person or possession to the Almighty. Yet I have heard that word related to what I am about to embark upon; the taking on of a six-year-old boy to raise for a while, to help untangle a…
How to Impersonate a Calliope and other sickly fun
Ah yes, I bet you thought the topic would be more romantic when I caught up on the blog, yes? Actually, I’ve been so mentally busy that the title choices were difficult to narrow down, but since I’m coming off of a serious (for me) illness, this was that one which stuck. I should back track…
Is there life offline?
So what, you may ask, can one DO when there is no internet to absorb, delight, educate, aggravate and titillate? If you are a geeky person like me, you read. Yes, those book things that we house in places called libraries and line up in bookstores filled with the intoxicating aroma of, well, probably glue,…
It’s Raining Frogs
“Plop.” The sound came soft and clear from somewhere in the fading dusk. I looked around for what it might be and there, unmoving in the dark, was the shape of a frog. As I approached for a better look it shook off the fall and hopped away. It made me smile. Back to reading.…
Notes from an RV Park
It has been a stretch of interesting days. I’m not certain how my life always seems to amble along like a comedy, but it does most of the time. It could be that I am just silly 🙂 I ran up against a wall this week that I’ve not encountered ever I don’t think, since…
The Intimacy of Moving
Just like going to the Doctor for a check up is not intimate when compared with the touch of one who knows you, neither is having professional movers wrangle your stuff from one place to another. But to have people who know me trail their fingers through my things is something quite different for me. It is…
Memorabilicus – or The Umbilicus of Memory Found in Objects
Catchy and academic-sounding title eh? My brain works weirdly in sleep deprivation mode. I also love to make up words that have meaning probably only to me. Last night was a late night (morning) working as the next in line is out for medical assistance for his partner. That left me in charge of herding…
Thoughts from the week
I feel like I’ve joined the ‘writer’s abstinence club’ of sorts lately. I think of great things to write, but I’m busily doing something else, and then I have tasks to tackle or familial bonds to reinforce with listening, advice, interventions or the like, and a dog to walk and a job, and well, then…
Minimalism, life and hiking
When you begin to consider carrying all that you need on your back for a few months, the contents of your home begin to loom in the mind as well. The idea of ‘comfort’, ‘luxury’ or ‘morale’ items becomes a topic of thought. We really don’t think about these things day to day, just like…
Brrrrrrrrrraving the elements (or how to have everyone call you crazy)
So I am on site in the midst of the great Polar Vortex caper (hmmm, didn’t I mention flailing in the vortex a few posts ago…prescient of me eh?) I like to camp. A lot. So in order to give the new widow some personal space I brought my camping gear since there is acreage…
Pampering, planning and the musical backdrop
Going to a salon is not really about vanity so much. It is about going some place where someone takes care of you. I was reminded of this yesterday, as someone brought me coffee, I read magazines I normally do not see and enjoy human touch while having my hair washed. I don’t go any…
Minimalist
The Daily Post popped into my Inbox tonight, for minimalist photos. This one immediately sprung to mind.
Stark. Past prime. Depth. Beauty.
In bloom, the Zinnia is cheerful, multi-layered, attention grabbing. But even here, there is a shadow of its former life.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.~Rumi
Shabbat shalom.
~SE
Picking straws
Delicious Fall has fallen upon us for a brief spell and I am relishing it! Doors and sliders thrown open, fans positioned to bring all of that fresh, low humidity air in has really boosted my spirits. It makes working out an invigorating thing rather than a flirtation with heat stroke and misery. I wrote…
Flailing in the Vortex and carrying my Rubber Ducky!
Okay, so there isn’t really a vortex in my life, but there are times as I stand beside my life and look at it that I could swear I can feel the sucking sounds at my feet and hear the power of the strength of the pull away from those things I desire to accomplish or…
Leave-taking and beauty in the wilds
Leave-taking is always bittersweet when it is a long-time friend who is often more family than actual family. I’ve spent a lovely nine days in the Midwest in marvelous company, been fed delicious food, gone out and about, and now am sitting in the airport waiting to return home via Chicago. The trip in was…
10.1.14 Wordless Wednesday – Can you find nature’s photobomber :)
Hint: Click to full-size. “In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.” — John Muir ~SE
Zany for Zinnias!
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9.24.14 Wordless Wednesday “A Moment in the Garden”
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9.17.14 Wordless Wednesday – The Overlooked Beauty of ‘Weeds’
9.10.14 Wordless Wednesday – Perspective
9.3.14 Wordless Wednesday – Alien Blues
8.27.14 Wordless Wednesday – Memories
Collage of the Mind
Quoting Berry from Word and Flesh: “The religion and the environmentalism of the highly industrialized countries are at bottom a sham, because they make it their business to fight against something that they do not really want to destroy. We all live by robbing nature, but our standard of living demands that the robbery shall…
8.20.14 Wordless Wednesday Hidden Stars After Rain
8.13.14 Wordless Wednesday – The Itsy Bitsy Spider
8.6.14 Wordless Wednesday Bee Wild
Be Rainwashed
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7.30.14 Wordless Wednesday – Two Bee or Not Two Bee
7.27.14 Sunday Snippets
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. ~ Hans Christian Anderson Things on my writing mind… 1. Good gawd, could anyone come up with more things that women are ‘supposed’ to be? Badass. Baker. Power Executive. Mom. Construction supervisor. Submissive wife. Activist. Feminist. I get tired reading about…
7.23.14 Wordless Wednesday
Nikon D100 – Alley – 7.2014
~SE
7.16.14 Wordless Wednesday
Mid Week Musings – Reader Thank You
I normally don’t post on Wednesdays, because it’s the most hectic work day of my week. But in a conversation with another blogger, a thought hit me today about all of you, my readers. Many of you are new; in fact, more than half of you, within the last six weeks. You don’t really know…
Sunday Snippets 6.28.14
I’m here cooling off after running around snapping shots in the humid heat for this week’s photo challenge over at my most recent newborn activity, my photo-focus blog: My Digital Eye Queue I’ll still include shots that add value here in my writing, but some folks don’t want to slog through my verbosity, they just want…
Dating at past the half-century mark
Today I am imitating a sage, so, bear with me. Since I have removed myself from the dating world (not that I was ever really in it since widowhood), I find it is easier to think about. It is akin to trying to think about grocery shopping while eating I suppose. It has come to…
On being read
Before I consciously decided to follow my dream of writing publicly as a concrete thing, I wrote primarily for me. I wrote, as I mentioned to a friend recently, “… just to express, to emote, to get feelings out of me since I no longer had anyone even to listen to me, my dreams, my fears.…
The Birthday Hike – Finale
Can you tell I’m stringing this along just have another excuse to take these memories out and immerse in them again 🙂 I hope you don’t mind humoring me in it. It is difficult to tear myself away from the old homestead and all of its treasures and imaginings. But I hear the wild turkeys…
Bits and bobs of thought, oh, and lizard sex photos
I’m rambling today, with thoughts flowing in and out of my mind as I sit in the briefly temperate morning out of the sun, watching the comings and goings of wildlife (used broadly) on the patio of the micro-haus. Dividing the thoughts up into bits and bobs – penny for your thoughts? From the Observatory…
Deux Estrangers Familiers – a poem that fell out upon awakening
Poetry for me is not something that I can force. It rushes out, tethered by a phrase or imagery in the moment and must be grasped and quickly captured before its elusiveness causes a slip through the fingers. Deux Estrangers Familiers I want to redolently float through your inner landscape, Collecting an…
