Yes, I admit it. I’m jealous of your life. Not everyone’s life, but most everyone I follow on Facebook. You all look like you’re having so much fun, live in such beautiful areas and travel to such exciting places. And you are all so talented with art, music, photography, poetry, starting new businesses or pumping…
We the Fatigued of this Earth, in Order to survive a more perfect Union of work and personal life, establish moments of Doing Nothing, to insure inner Tranquility, provide for the defense of free time and Fun, promote the general Welfare of mind and body, and secure the Blessings of just being ourselves rather than…
I’m working a lot And thinking and worrying about work a lot And trying to figure out how to stop stressing about work a lot Many visits to a financial planner later Walla! There’s a retirement plan I say, “I’ll work for five more years.” “Eight would be better,” he says. “I’ll tighten my budget,”…
Solitude is quiet But not silent There may be music Or bird song Or crashing waves Or rain beating at the window Like the tapping claws of a wolf A thought that wouldn’t occur to me If I wasn’t alone Solitude has a sound that doesn’t require white noise to cover it up Sometimes the…
I’m a little embarrassed about yesterday’s post. I’m a quiet, private kind of girl. A Zen dog — the kind of dog that Maery needs. Latte on the other hand is a Zany dog. She and Maery are a bit too alike to be good for each other in large doses. The whole bathroom thing…
I am staying in a tiny cabin in the woods with Java. The place sounded low key when I read about it — a good place to get away and write. When I arrived, I found a book in my cabin called “Searching for the Acorn” by Deborah Latzke, a local writer… “Whether or not…
