As I gazed in the mirror at my wood wicked chair I wondered what was is to come. A dove flighted off a branch and I wondered; wondered deep. Wandering through the paths of all the “could be’s” and the “might’s.” To a deep wonder. I stood gazing back at my old life. Had I […]
My foot heaved over the ruddy roots as Ruby sprang ahead of me. Ruby is my sister’s dog. I was climbing Rattlesnake Ridge not 6 months after my surgery. It was an amazing feeling of triumph. One of those feelings you get after doing something to the max. Pushing yourself to your limits. As the […]
As I stepped through the knee-high green grasses I breathed in the fresh air. It was cleansing as if giving the prairie a new birth. My father often says that the prairie changes her dresses for every season. The prairie is changing her dresses. The fresh air streamed against the hanging white sheets billowing in […]
The fog swallows the prairie. The glistening waters of the pond reflect a dull hue. A flock of geese drone a lonely song. As the cows bellow faintly in the distance. A dozen deer prance over the hill their image erased in fog. Cars come and the whole mystique of the prairie washes away with […]
As the smell of cinnamon filled my small kitchen I glanced at the Roman numerals on the old clock. Isn’t it interesting how time plays such an integral part of baking but also with life? If you think about baking is making something new just like every choice we make in this life. Interesting… sorry […]
You have the strength to defeat giants. Maybe it’s time
The cheerful ringing of the chimes outside my door wakes me. Sitting up I yawn languidly and think pleasant thoughts of coffee, scones, and my hike through El Yunque National Forest. It seems ages since I drifted into this memory, floating still in my head like a balloon without a string. It was quite a trek […]
It all started with tea. A sweet blend of cloves and orange spice brightened my day around 4:00… Wait, perhaps this should be night? morning? And a luscious camel milk soap, which leaves quite a lovely scent, mind you. I do find it quite refreshing. This morning I awoke to a soft patter outside my window. […]
Wishful thinking is like black coffee it gets me up in the morning.
Count your blessing instead of sheep.
Tremors of what cannot be found.