a quote from my favorite author

“The most solid advice, though, for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

-William Saroyan, The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze

Sunday, September 27, 2015


celebrate weekly with Ruth Ayres and friends
"All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings."
-Laura Ingalls Wilder
First Day of Fall
In the midst of my morning routine their cackles drew me to the window.  I looked out, half-expecting to see that what sounded like massive amounts of birds would turn out to be the squealing breaks of an aging automobile.  But nature did not disappoint.

A congregation of crows had taken over our treetops. 

I paused for a moment in between packing lunches and feeding dogs.  I marveled in the wonder of a sky filled with wings.  I chuckled when the meeting that had seemed to adjourn appeared to pick right back up again, this time along rooftops. 

I carried away with me the gentle reminder to listen to the music the earth has to offer.  

Sunday, September 20, 2015


This weekend marks the 100th official invitation to celebrate at www.ruthayreswrites.com.  I have not joined the celebration all 100 times.  Before I knew Ruth, this is the kind of thing that would've made me feel guilty, confirmed that I am not good enough, even caused me to feel like an outsider.  I am so lucky to know Ruth.  She released me of should, which means I am also released from should have

After being knocked down with pneumonia so close to the start of the school year, I have been struggling to recover my routine.  Friday night Mark and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary by staying in and watching movies while it stormed outside.  I worried it might be my only moment of calm all weekend.  Saturday morning I found myself caught in a whirlwind of check-things-off-the-to-do-list.  By this afternoon, I was churning so fast internally I had to pace just to stay focused.

Then it occurred to me that there was just enough time left before it got dark to take a walk. 

I hadn't taken a walk since before I got sick.  I forgot walking was an option. 

Mark and I readjusted our dinner plans to make time for my walk.  I got my earbud headset and called my mom to talk while I walked.  It turns out that walking, talking to Mom, and observing nature are my trifecta of healing. 

While I was walking I came across this enormous fallen tree. 

I think it was trying to teach me something. 

Immediately, my mom and I were reminded of horseback riding together when I was younger.  I regularly rode a retired horse named Scout.  Scout was not the leader of our group, but when we came across a fallen tree it was Scout who showed the other horses how to step over it and keep moving instead of shying away.

So I stepped over that fallen tree. 

I think there might be a few other fallen trees in my life that I need to step over to move on.

While I was navigating the fallen tree, I realized I had company.
I think she was trying to teach me something. 

And she had friends helping her get the message across.

A white egret as I rounded the lake.
More deer when I re-entered the woods on another path.

I am surrounded by support.

Just before heading home, I came across this beautiful yellow flower at the edge of the prairie grasses.  Goldenrod.
 I think it was trying to teach me something. 

I know it is the cause of my allergies, but man is it pretty. 

There is good to be found even in the things that cause us discomfort.

I came back home calmer, happier, and wiser.  And all it took was a little walking, a little talking to Mom, and a little nature.  This is cause for celebration.