I’ve never put much stock in a “New Year.” Changing a calendar from one year to the next is no…
Swimming in Joy: Fresh Water, Fresh Perspective
I feel like I’ve come out of a long, dark tunnel. I’m not referring only to the many days in…
The Unsubscribe Button is a Delusion: Survival & Concession as a Single Woman of a Certain Age
I’ve been contained in a valley of Wi-Fi, 5G, and visible spectrum shadows for five days. I can walk a…
Abandoning Attachment—Again: Ghost Trees and the Unattainable.
I have tried repeatedly to capture the unique texture, dimension, and outright ghostliness of the cypresses here in Louisiana. I’m…
Integral Lee: Returning to Me
With time, my blog continues to change focus because I continue to change focus. And yet, not really. Ultimately, I…
Love & the Road: the Stuff of Nightmares?
I don’t dream with the frequency that I did before the divorce. Now and then I still have deeply symbolic…
Leaving Davis Mountains: Arriving at a New Piece of Self.
I chose to drive south from my sad little boondocking grounds and make the “U” to Fort Davis going south…
Revetment: Self-preservation?
Something about the word “revetment” is oddly musical to me. Without knowing its meaning, I sensed its purpose the first…
Reboot: Divorce After Fifty
“So it goes.” Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. used that phrase to mark every death, to signify the inevitability and perhaps our…