PANDEMIC = Psychological. Anxiety. No end in sight. Depressing. Erratic. Masks. Isolation. Change. Psychological My face is puffy from tears falling for humanity. My eyes are stinging, filtering emotional trauma that has been blocked for so long behind a busy life. When I blink enough salt droplets to fill a sea trickle down my mask.Continue reading “Pandemic Reflections. May, 2020.”
Category Archives: Nature
A Left Turn Landed Me In The ER With Grippy Fuzzy Socks
Attempting to stand my knee was a noodle. Ski patrol does not like knee noodles. I made a left turn, that was it. Time paused, I felt funky and fell, but had no pain. Something was off. I always wanted to experience the downhill sled method until it happened and I couldn’t physically stand. A pizzaContinue reading “A Left Turn Landed Me In The ER With Grippy Fuzzy Socks”
My Love (of syrup)
Morning sun poured light over wooden porch beams, like syrup over a warm stack of pancakes. Warmth bounced into the kitchen where I met my first love…fancy grade A maple syrup. Golden comfort cakes flipped above a hot griddle, neighbors raw holstein milk settled in a jar, matching color with an adjacent stick ofContinue reading “My Love (of syrup)”
The Boathouse
City clock chimed 4, consciousness slowly aware of spring birds gently wishing me well, as warm air tickled my skin through open windows. The simple tones of feathered friends, and the aura of this hour reminded me of rowing workouts in college. Like a power piece, thoughts pulled me into future months where I haveContinue reading “The Boathouse”
Oh, Deer!
Warm air blew across my feet, classic rock cut through the quietness of the back country road, the only things on my consciousness. My snow tires rounded the foggy corner that brisk fall eve, headlights fell upon a beautiful golden buck. His head lifted sporting a beautiful rack of antlers, halting him as I roundedContinue reading “Oh, Deer!”
Fall Into Winter
Changing leaves embellish mountain ranges, cooler air dances across my skin. Both alert me autumn is approaching, prior to being mentally prepared. I cherish final seasonal rows as leaves surf puddles created by my oars. Feelings emerge as if the trees and I mutually mourn summers finality. Canadian goslings have grown and explore more independently,Continue reading “Fall Into Winter”
Bean's Dream 