I thought about her so much yesterday as I was writing this. Within seconds of finishing it, I received the call that she passed. *** A gnawing at the edges beneath my rib cage confirmed what I already knew. She looked so small, so crumpled in the wheelchair, breathing tubes in her nostrils, IVs and machines attached to her…
I wrote this piece several months ago when I first started considering the difference between Then–any then–the 12 year old then, the 20 year old then, the 38 year old then, and Now. The process is inescapable if we are to shake ourselves loose of any attachment to the past and invite possibility. Combining MJ and Misa…
I know, it’s still summer, but the season’s permissive laze and daze has snuck out quietly and left us. Autumn’s invigorating breath has found her way into our mornings and soon I will don my fuzzy slippers, robe, and plan soups for dinner. Like many, we are into school schedules and events, after school chauffeuring,…
Since I last wrote in this space, summer has settled in without hesitation. Spring was a wet blur and humidity has taken up residence here in Colorado. So much has shifted here, so much to tell you. The only perennial promise is the blooming of my beautiful children. Oh how they have changed!! When I…
I am so happy to be sitting here in this space writing to you. I have thought of this blog often in the last several weeks, and of the many women that I have met yet haven’t met, thanks to the blogosphere. The many women and men who pour their hearts and words out and…
I want to share with you a story, a journey, a waking dream, one that I had this past week. It begins with bare feet, mine, and I am walking. Beside me is Wolf. We are in a dense, dark green wood. There is a mist in the wood, one that lays like a thin…
All this is here and there in a month. The Great Escape Mustang sanctuary, the Eagle Plume museum and store, the Broadmoor hotel, the glories of Spring…. I am reminded often of why I named the blog as I did. Wandering never really stops and my thirst for exploring remains unquenchable. In a couple days,…
I am happy to share that I have an article posted on the Mother Magazine blog. The Mother Magazine is an online and print publication that focuses entirely on natural and holistic parenting. I hope you go and take a look! Welcome April.. xoxo
In the white and milky moonlight, in the shallow and seemingly subtle cracks, the stories lay thick in layers from one day to the next, accumulating, unwritten and unread like old magazines in the corner of the closet. If I could close the door and crouch in silence, hide with the dark and peel the vibrant…
It’s 6:39am. All ten fingers curl around my mug made of clay, sun and moon. A soy latte the color of a soaken mudpie warms my throat before sliding down into my belly. On a perfect day, there is no rush, no urgency to shower or wake the children. I am free to tiptoe down…
wander wonder discover 
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