Month: March 2012

Tomorrow morning I leave on my trip to the Nevada desert.

My shoe got harmed! I was walking for an hour at McKinley Park and some plant matter and possibly gravel got between my sock and the shoe near my right heel, and it rubbed and hurt a little bit, but I didn’t think much of it. Then when I got home I saw I had… Read More »

“Yes, you can. All of us are gifted. We just need to open up the gifts by praying in our own way, singing our own songs and talking to everything out there with love and respect. Don’t feel foolish. This is how everything has been sustained for millions of years. This will open up a… Read More »

I’m excited that next week I’m going to be walking at Nevada Desert Experience’s Sacred Peace Walk 2012. http://www.nevadadesertexperience.org/programs/2012/peacewalk2012.htm

Today I walked and talked on the phone at the same time. It’s cloudy and cool out. They sky is white. We had comfort food for dinner–pretend organic tater tots and pretend sausage. I scored my three hours today, and I’ve been playing Word Bubbles Rising like crazy.

Hey, friends. Sorry if I’m letting you down. Life is SAT scoring, and you really don’t want to hear about it. Today I went for a walk. I wore shorts–it was warm. Spring is here! Today is me and Erik’s 10 year wedding anniversary, but he’s working 12 hours (almost done for the day) and… Read More »

We went to a poetry reading Friday night and saw our old grad school classmate read. She was fantastic. It was fun to be out at night for a change. It was at Broadacre Coffee, where the original Temple used to be. I hurt my back. First it was my upper back. Then this morning… Read More »

Work started yesterday–blech! It’s raining and seagulls were circling this morning. I walked to the blue mail dropbox this morning to send two letters, and I took the short way around the block because I didn’t feel like getting wet. My scanner was plugged into this battery backup I had. But the battery backup went… Read More »

You cannot find peace by avoiding life. –Virginia Woolf

“I am the thrall of Morpheus.”