Monthly Archives: November 2012

Holding my own hand while I cartwheel

“It started with a whisper” I was struck a few weeks ago with the awareness that I have no, nada, none, zero, love interests in my life at the moment, and trust me when I say there are not even … Continue reading

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Lost in Naples

I wonder if what we most worry about when we travel is if we will find kindness when we need it in our unknown wilderness? The cab driver had dropped me off at one end of the rotary circle and … Continue reading

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Nothing extraordinary…just waves galloping over ice and a bit of time travel

I watched waves gallop over the ice at Mills Lake on a late fall hike in Rocky Mountain National Park Friday. I listened to the wind, like giants rolling in the sky, moving so quickly that when I stood up … Continue reading

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Letting it all sink in (thoughts from my final night in Italy)

“Returning home is the most difficult part of long-distance hiking; You have grown outside the puzzle and your piece no longer fits.” — Cindy Ross I’m ready to go home. I’m ready to make my own coffee when I want … Continue reading

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