Leaving a mark
I’ve been walking beaches, picking up shells, feeling the wind on my face and listening to the surf. I have been lulled by the sea. My mind has wandered and I have been touched by the vastness of time. Eternity makes a person feel small – eternity makes this day short and splendid and unique. […]
Footprints and the gift
Travel log — the beach Some things never change even as children grow up and grammas grow old. The beach – freedom, adventure, wild things. Magic. The wind breathes it and the surf echoes – magic. I have been drenched in magic. I have sand in my shoes and a smile on my face – […]
A Chink in my Armor
I know the exact moment I turned into a machine, the minute my emotions dulled and I began to just function. It was like I walked into a wall and it hurt like hell. I remember gasping, burying my face in my hands and slumping into myself with such force I could hardly breathe. But […]
taking another step…
Travel Log. Day one I’m taking a holiday and I’m excited about it and tentative at the same time – it’s my first trip alone to this particular place. It isn’t the drive that’s giving me pause, it’s nostalgia. The west coast of Vancouver island was one of our favorite places to visit, it holds […]
The old girl introduced herself
Here is the new ‘old girl’ in our neighborhood. She is a 1967 Mercury Caliente. And she is a beauty! #blog #mystory #movingforward #classiccars #oldtrucks #oldgirls
A Widow Blogger
When I began to blog I had no idea where this adventure would lead me. As 2018 dawned I wrote that I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a high diving board, afraid to make the leap but knowing I had to. A person can’t hesitate for long when standing on the […]
Excitement in the morning
I had to pull our family tooth fairy out of retirement last week. I’m not sure if she was excited or flustered to be summoned on short notice after twenty-five years of laurel sitting, but she answered the call. The fairy-ing business has gone high finance over the quarter century ours has been enjoying her […]
Memories are made of this
We had a lot of stuff to carry; two sleeping bags, two pillows, two yoga mats, a backpack, a purse and an overnight bag; a LOT of stuff. Between the two of us we had a pair of six year old arms and some old gramma muscles. One of us was too excited to focus, […]
The unstable sea
I don’t know what happened – after a few reasonable days in a row, on a quiet sunny afternoon the clouds rolled in and a storm arrived — my heart broke wide open again and I could hardly breathe. What the hell? I don’t get it — I have actually laughed recently, a real out […]