Everyone is worried about me when I take to the mountain alone. But it is a sanctuary, a private solitude. My legs pumping. The sound of gravel crunching beneath my shoes. The wind in my hair. Salty sweat on my skin. I am fearless. I am powerful. If I ran off the edge of the … Continue reading Mountain medicine
Mountain soul. Ocean heart. Wanderlust. A deep desire to belong. Spirit of adventure. A home-body. Introvert. Lover of humans. Love me. Quietly. Don't get too close. I will turn you into poetry. Both things can be true at once.
Life always has its way of forcing me to slow down. My hunger to live a big full life means I forget to breath sometimes. But life finds a way to remind me to breath, and to pause. And then to do nothing other than breath. This time it was a car accident. I had … Continue reading Pause
A friend inspired me with a question recently: Do I ever wonder what the point is to all that we do? I think she was referring to the medical profession specifically. But I extrapolated the question to life in general. What is the point? We live and then eventually we die. And then at some … Continue reading 02/11/22 – Do you ever wonder what the point is?
The Rona got me. I evaded her for more than a year but eventually, she broke through my defences and stole my taste and smell. She also left me with this annoying cough that makes me sound like I have a 40 pack-year history even though I have never touched a cigarette in my life … Continue reading Isolation ramblings
Is it just me,or does joy become more elusive as you get older?Like joy is the sunand it becomes eclipsed by clouds.Clouds that are worrySelf-doubtGuiltShameRates and taxesTraumatic experiencesCar maintenanceAn ill loved oneClimate changeA pandemicSo many cloudsmakes it hard to seethe sun.But the sun is always there;shining despite the clouds.Sliding in and out of blue-sky gaps,making … Continue reading Writing challenge – Day six – Joy
It's difficult to recall a random memory, in all its glorious detail, on demand. But when I smell a certain scent or hear a particular song they come flooding back. An onslaught of immaculate detail. Years and years later. Even the memories I didn't know I had. Like when I hear Black Eyed Peas' "I … Continue reading Writing challenge – Day three – A memory
"Learn to close softly. The doors of rooms you will not be coming back to." Donald Justice Everything I have ever had to let go of has claw marks on it. I fought. I clung. I held on until my knuckles broke. Until I was destroyed with trying. A boxer after a knockout. On my … Continue reading Lessons in letting go
The earth is a fine place and worth fighting for.Ernest Hemingway I found it incredibly difficult to write this blog post, and it is probably not my best work. I think that is because this is something I feel passionate about but have never been able to articulate in the way it deserves. We are … Continue reading A blind assault on our planet
I realized something this morning. Dawn is a slow dance. A gentle thing. Measured. And just because we cannot immediately see the sun, dawn is still breaking. Even as the first light of day banishes the darkest of night, dawn is still breaking. Before we can feel the warmth of morning, dawn is still breaking. … Continue reading Dawn is still breaking