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.
Tag: life
Growing up.
My son was recently going through his "old" room, (having upgraded twice as each older sibling moved out) and found a whole bunch of his "treasures". Included in this category: a bag of broken crap collected from the street while walking home from elementary school, a chunk of concrete, stuffed animals, bouncy balls (around 100 … Continue reading Growing up.
6 years.
6 years ago today my last long term relationship ended. It was really sad, and it wasn't my call, but I completely agreed with him. For awhile we stayed friends and after awhile we weren't anymore. There are still days I want to pick up the phone and call Chris and tell him something about … Continue reading 6 years.
The Non-Anniversary.
A note to my 21-year-old self, on what would have been your 26th Anniversary. I can still picture you sitting on blue carpet in your veil and flannel shirt. Sitting in your sister’s old bedroom, leaning against the bed. I remember your doubts that day. I remember how you dried your tears, squared your shoulders … Continue reading The Non-Anniversary.
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.
Living.
There are things in life we have very little control over. When an illness strikes, depression takes over, mother nature rains down her wrath, a moronic cheeto gets voted into office, some things you just don't have much of a say in. At points over the last few years I was looking around at my life, and … Continue reading Living.
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.
I think it was the 4th of July.
For as long as I can remember, the 4th of July has been my favorite holiday. As a kid, there wasn't an expectation of what to do. We didn't have a lake place. We didn't even know people HAD lake places. Mom would fill up the old Coleman water jug with lemonade. She'd pack up … Continue reading I think it was the 4th of July.
all in my head.
one of the re-occuring quandires I seem to face again and again, and I know I'm not alone, is "is this all in my head?" what is my reality. reality is simply my perception of things around me. that reality is altered by my interpretation of the facts presented. how much do we shape our … Continue reading all in my head.
