This weekend, a good friend accompanied me on my daily walk. We chatted, enjoying the sunshine and spring’s unfolding. Each time I walk this trail, there’s something new to see. Walking with my friend made that more apparent as he pointed out sites I’d never noticed.
I keep mulling over in my mind a couple of relationships that have become strained. I started to write difficult, but strained is a better descriptor. What has changed? Have I changed? And why am I continuing to agonize over them?
This morning I went to write and found the ink in my fountain pen had dried up. I unscrewed the nib, washed it all, and replaced the cartridge. It had been a week since I’d written anything.
Life is complicated and solutions are more complex than we know. Every being on planet Earth has a vision of life shaded by their life experiences, culture, and an environment unique to them. My vision of humanity imagines each individual living in a high-rise apartment that extends for thousands of miles.
Whether they are cats, dogs, hamsters, or horses, animals are family. Sometimes they are better at relating to us than some of our human family members.
In a conversation with friends, we discussed our level and flow of energy. Does it decrease with age, or does it fluctuate based on our attitude?
A year ago, I considered walking the Portuguese Camino, an inkling that sparked after walking the John Muir Way in Scotland in 2019. I’d never considered a walking trip prior to that. When my friend asked me to join her in Scotland, I said, “I’ll go” before the thought had entered my head.
For 2100 years, in the Age of Pisces, we focused on the structures of our beliefs and social systems to build permanence and safety. Now, the Age of Aquarius asks us to shake things up, reimagine those structures and think outside the box. The constraints of the pandemic closed a lot of doors last year…
Did you know that there are seven weather elements? They are: temperature, air pressure, cloud formation, humidity, precipitation, sunshine and wind velocity. My curiosity peaked while walking to the mailbox today. The wind howled fiercely, and the air felt colder because of it. I had to continually hold my hair to the side of my face so I could…
As 2020 closes, I’m aware that since February, my travel has only extended 25 miles from my home, and the local market’s international aisle is the closest I’ve come to tasting foreign cuisine. Today, lost in contemplation over future adventures, I pulled out last year’s travel journal. As I opened it, the above post card…