As I wrote on my Instagram and Facebook the day after Election Day... Our country may be broken in some ways, but in other ways it is filled with beauty, kindness and graciousness. That’s what I want for my babies, all grown up, but still babies in my heart and in my desire as their … Continue reading The American Southwest, part one
2020
Surviving 2020
I am honestly so very tired. We are approaching the end of my older son's visit to Oregon. He's been here more than a month and what a month it has been. Having him home, or nearby, has been at times wonderful, and other times exasperating. He's a very social young man. He and his … Continue reading Surviving 2020
Sunshine on a cloudy day
My zinnias survived the moving van. I lost a couple plants and about 30 blooms, but honestly, that's a drop in the bucket of what is out there. It still looks beautiful. The neighbors did move out. I thought this would mean that our neighborhood would be quieter, but instead, they are fixing up the … Continue reading Sunshine on a cloudy day
Son of a bitch!
It’s a beautiful summer day here in Portland, Oregon. I’m loving my garden. I have a pretty large terraced yard on a hillside and this spring & summer, during Shelter in Place, I’ve devoted many hours to not only my dahlia cutting garden (birthday present to myself, 40+ tubers), but also to weeding and pruning … Continue reading Son of a bitch!
The way we look
This came across my Instagram last month and it struck me. Made me stop what I was doing and just think. Think about who I am. Think about how I think about myself. How I judge myself for the way I look. I'm 57 years old. I'm aging, it's hard. Things don't bounce back the … Continue reading The way we look
What I’m seeking
When I was in the trauma therapist's office last month, she asked me to think of something that brought me peace. Something I could focus on to calm my breathing and use during somatic healing. Sitting there in the middle of Los Angeles on a sunny 70 degree December afternoon, all I could think about … Continue reading What I’m seeking
try not to cry on my rainbow 