As summer draws to a close, I wanted to take a look back at the summer’s festivities, starting with the Irish Fair, which took place in early August. I tried to find a GOOD Irish poem to accompany my photos, but alas, Google failed me. So here is my first attempt at Irish poetry and…
So far Xena (my kayak) and I have explored a little bit of the Mississippi River and a little bit of the Rum River. The skinny, little Rum surprised me. There were partially to fully submerged tree sections to frantically steer around. It wouldn’t have been such a frantic effort except that it was also…
2009, the year my marriage went up in smoke, was the first time I tried kayaking. For that matter, 2009 was the year I tried a lot of new things. I was hungry for distractions and salve for my wounds. After paddling the Elk River with friends, I wanted to run out and buy a…
(A poet, I am not. But a woman who likes to play with words, that I am.) I feel the mermaid in me reaching for liquid mystery When clear, It reveals tree stump minnow feed …
“Joy comes from adventure today. Time to shake the world.” That bit of wisdom came in a fortune cookie that accompanied my spring roll and chicken-veggie stir fry lunch-special yesterday. Could the adventure perhaps come this weekend instead? Because there were no work adventures or after-work adventures yesterday, unless you count my assisting with a…
A dragonfly’s wings are transparent glittery things that always make me think of fairies… First LoveDo not give up your first love for it is forever in your heart in your mind The thing that got you through all things You could not stop even if you tried Who you are What you are Whatever your eye…
