Traveling the wind

I did it. I made a few reservations, bought a ticket and have the beginnings of a plan to ride the wind…or at least Amtrak’s California Zephyr sometime this summer. After 30 years of hearing about and dreaming about a slow traverse across the continental divide* on the California Zephyr, I’m going to do it! … More Traveling the wind

When you don’t know what you want to do (a letter to my 6th grade pen pal)

Hello (new friend)! My name is Allie. I heard that you don’t know (yet) what you want to become when you are finished with your schooling and working to support yourself.  That can be a hard thing to know – even for adults who have studied successfully in college and have had really cool career … More When you don’t know what you want to do (a letter to my 6th grade pen pal)

Note to a penpal.

I broke a record this year.  For the first time since I was 10-years-old and tried to entice Bruce Jenner to be my pen pal, I have sustained a pen pal relationship longer than a few lines. Thanks to a teacher friend, pen palism has been a thing in my world since last fall. It’s … More Note to a penpal.

January 105, 2018

The wind and cold have lingered this season of should-be-spring until suddenly it was 90ᵒ Thursday and 87ᵒ Friday. Saturday it snowed. Friday, Kansas’ forecast included fire-warnings, unseasonable heat, blizzards, tornado warnings and rain-with-hail. Bless your heart, Kansas. I cannot complain; friends up north are digging out from beneath mounds of April snow. Yesterday, after … More January 105, 2018

Starting fires

I did not expect my word of the year, build, to set a fire. The plan was to: Build heart and head space. Build credibility. Build conversations that build community. Build something that lasts. As fortunate as I feel for this freshly built space in my heart and head, it has come at an infernal … More Starting fires

Just for today.

Yesterday, I stumbled from a cozy bed absent of sleep. Sleep-deprivation is not pretty. Thank goodness there was yoga to look forward to though my heavy tired heart was not having it – motivation and hope that is. I’d been wrestling for too long with life and feeling like I have been failing at “growth” … More Just for today.

The upside of pain

I never thought I’d think, say or infer something so trite-sounding and cruel as “the upside of pain.” But this morning while downward-dogging in yoga and then again in a crazy-tough bind, I thought of the upside of a recent season of bewilderment and anomie. Favorite memories moseyed into my thoughts as I stretched this … More The upside of pain