Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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For the past decade of my life, whenever the trail I was following narrowed to a dead-end, a new path would suddenly appear. Now I've begun watching for those trailheads. At times it feels like I'm wandering through a maze – if I think about it, it seems a little scary, but I just need…
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List-mode -noun A state of being wherein a moderately organized compulsive listmaker falls behind on things she needs to do, usually due to a weekend out of town with her girlfriends, and can't help but make more lists in a feeble attempt to get caught up without forgetting something important. 1. Sigh. 2. The weekend…
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You circle the date on the calendar. You count the days until you can leave. You just can't wait for that special date to arrive! And then (you probably guessed it because it happens to you, too) … the time flies and that special weekend is over way too fast. This was one to…
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While you sit where ever you sit on Saturday mornings, reading this, I'm soaking my drought-dusty body in the cool water of a friend's backyard pool, frozen margarita in hand. This is a Diva weekend, when girls I grew up with congregrate to catch up on each other's lives in a way that Facebook and…
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I'll be traveling today, driving miles of highway in my air-conditioned car, singing along to the radio, probably dancing in my seat and drumming on the steering wheel, perhaps swerving off the road to capture something in my camera (because I can do that when I travel alone.) (Don't worry, Mama I promise I'll be…
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A few years ago, aware of menopause creeping ever closer, eager to rob me of bone mass and play all its other little tricks on me, I moved nutrition and exercise higher on my priority list. The Real Age test revealed what I was missing nutrition-wise. I signed up for every health/hair/exercise/nutrition- related e-newsletter I could find,…
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In desperation searching for answers you make a decision plot a course feeling divinely inspired so sure this is it the answer then at the threshold too late to turn back you discover a pit self-doubt, worry, fear what if this isn't the answer? what if, instead, this makes it worse creates more knots…
Long Hollow 