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
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)
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.
I love to write, to listen and to help people explore their own stories. I love to read and especially like audiobooks when driving or cleaning the Hobbit House. It helps carve away the too-quietness. Sometimes words come in a rush and a waterfall tumbling. Words are a spewing, searing volcano. Other words are Gentle … More When words won’t come
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
I am nesting in my cozy draped blue bed under twinkly lights. Not warrior-one-ing at yoga like I could be. Not sitting in the quiet back left pew among the Episcopal faithful in foreign territory, listening. Not picking up the clothes of the week that never made it back to the hangers or laundry bin. … More All the things we shouldn’t do.
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
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.
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
Have you seen the video of the bear that snuffled a family’s home while they slumbered? Ursa major made a minor snack of their belongings. If you’ve had a chance to read my last blog where the idea of trauma and pain is likened to hangry bears who follow you and take up residence in … More The rest of the (bear) story