I’ve been quiet lately. Not so much listening to some inner voice or pacing the halls in worry. Just quiet. Paying attention. Tending to my life. Walking the giant pup. As Izzy and I sit on my front stoop in the mornings after a walk about town, I find a quieting clarity in my coffee, … More Questions I’m asking
It’s Sunday in spring. Sun and chill and skies have been washed of their seasonal field smoke and back to blue. A bluest blue. Cerulean almost. It is 10 a.m. and thanks to a lack of fenced-in yard or room for a giant pup to roam, I’ve already been out on the trails, filled … More Gifts of inconvenience
Today, I’ve biffed my shoulders and shins and hands – jammed my fingers as if I were still playing 8th-grade basketball – all thanks to an allergy-encouraged adventure into vertigo. Spring in Kansas, with its sudden warmth, forsythia, wind and annual burning-of-the-fields is bittersweet. Warmth and greening? Yay! Allergies outrunning my Allegra-D? Not-so-yay. I am … More Grounded
