Hands.

I was riding in an Uber in New Mexico and was struck by my drivers hands. She was about my age, straddling that line between her 40s and 50's. That age where your clothes or hair might not give away your age, but your face and hands sure do. She was listening to the local … Continue reading Hands.

Sally.

This was originally written in June, 2012. There are a lot of things I learned from Sally. The older I get, and the further away I've come from that special relationship, the more those lessons resonate and come into focus. Here is my Sally story: After Steve and I separated in 2002, I spent a … Continue reading Sally.

Rivers and Roads.

The last month or so, I've had a bunch of stuff swimming around in my head, my heart. Thoughts of impermanence, loss, life, meaning, past, present, future. Relationships, job. Children. Friends. People you know, people who dig deep, and people who leave. Life is a trip. Literally. I started my day today at an Estate … Continue reading Rivers and Roads.

It all starts and ends with a song.

This blog started with a song 4 years ago. And I'm going to post a song, that's really all the headline has to do with this blog post. Well, except it's true. From birth to death. Every moment is tied to a song. Every relationship. Lifes moments. Begin and end. Beginning to end. I was … Continue reading It all starts and ends with a song.

Snow. Mortality. And the art of staying open.

There are times my life feels a little . . normal. And there are times it feels like the universe cracks itself open just for me and goes, LOOK LOOK LOOK. Don't you dare forget how magical this is. I don't believe in coincidences, everything is connected by invisible threads. You can chose to see … Continue reading Snow. Mortality. And the art of staying open.