Tag Archives: New Hampshire

Reaching Back and Leaning Forward

Every fall I write about the ‘yearning’ I experience in September. Here’s this year’s ramble. I sit in the backyard listening to crickets while cosmos gently sway in the wind, sometimes becoming weighed down by bees nosing the scrumptious center. … Continue reading

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Fall whispers “Remember how I brought you to today?”

Yesterday was a late summer day that smelled like fall with light that draped itself around the garden like velvet, the sun whispering it’s most beautiful song almost as if to cement her memory on the planet before she rests … Continue reading

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Emotional health and the outdoors: Words not necessary

Today the snow was packed underfoot and when we set out the sky was cloudy, but by the time we began to huff and puff our way up the hill, the sun was out. The air had that moist winter … 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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Rent the convertible (or reflections on my second year in Colorado)

Rent the convertible, eat that delicious high calorie lunch, wear your bikini without waiting for six pack abs, go to Paris, make love on a sunny Monday afternoon, drink that fancy wine and use the crystal glasses while you do … Continue reading

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Morning in the mountains

Observing morning’s arrival while in the mountains is holy, and I’m fairly certain I’ve never used the word ‘holy’ in my writing unless it was ‘holy shit.’ But waking and watching, and listening to morning arrive in the mountains is … Continue reading

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Imperfect perfection on the ski slope

I am not the best skier. Sometimes I sing some silly verse over and over in my mind just to stay calm when I’m slipping across ice or other challenging terrain. I don’t carve beautiful ‘s’ turns or fly down … Continue reading

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Finding home the second time

Dusk in early winter is one of my favorite times to walk Tigger. The lights inside neighboring homes illuminate the beginning of dinner-making or scrabble-playing or game-watching. The flickering blue hue of television screens and sometimes the steam rising above … Continue reading

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Spring in winter

About five years ago, I lost my home in New Hampshire. I think I have spent the years since trying to fill that void of sadness, and hence find home again. A spring day in winter illuminates some of the … Continue reading

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The moments just before dark

Personally I like the end of the day best. Those hours when the sun is beginning to think about taking a rest, but some of her brightness remains. The clouds are soft and tinged with rose hues or perhaps even … Continue reading

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