Today ends the second month of the year. My life is much slower than it used to be; finding a rhythm, a routine, something to keep me on a self-imposed schedule, seems an impossible task in itself. I am easily aggravated, not quite sure, why. Perhaps I am tired of agreeing with everyone, of smiling … Continue reading February 28, 2018
Author: Hiking Poet
The Dress
Her daughter invited her to come up for a visit, for a second search for the perfect wedding dress. At the earlier visit a month ago, two dresses made it into the favorites' selection, but now, with three more appointments scheduled and more dresses to try on, they hoped that a decision could be made. … Continue reading The Dress
Vignette – Two
Afternoon at Red Lily Mid-October - at my favorite vineyard for a writing workshop. Strolling down to the sandy beach by the river, balancing my glass of Red Lily Girl, I settle down on the big bench at the large pine table. I love the warmth of my Alpaca wrap; it keeps me nice and toasty. … Continue reading Vignette – Two
Vignette – One
Laura and Jill drove up Highway 238, turned into Red Lily's driveway, parked side by side under the shady crimson-leaved maples, and stood facing each other under the blue October sky. Soft music drifted over from the barn, enveloping them as they walked down to the river. The Applegate reflected the almost perfectly still colorful … Continue reading Vignette – One
What I was like as a child – Day 2
According to my mother, I was a precocious, disobedient girl with a mind of her own, not following the rules that were set in my family. My father, however, loved said preciousness and disobedience and supported my having a mind of my own. He drew the line at not following the rules, though. I was … Continue reading What I was like as a child – Day 2
My most memorable moment – Day 1
When I reminisce about memorable moments in my life, I find that it has been a string of moments, some more memorable than others. One that stands out as the most memorable, though, is the way my husband proposed to me in 1979. We had been dating for about three months, living together for … Continue reading My most memorable moment – Day 1
Smoke
Smoke Smoke as thick as London fog Suppresses the lightness, Turns the sun into a fiery ball, That glows menacingly above. Depression settles in When day and night Prevent clarity And shadows stay hidden. Lingering, the smoke Creeps into every crevice, Snakes around trees And swallows them whole. The mask, infused with Eucalyptus oil, Makes … Continue reading Smoke
January
Winter in Southern Oregon when all you hear is the soft sound of downy snowflakes settling on every surface, every being and all you see is a dash of color from a blue-glazed pot or terra-cotta angel that the snow fails to cover you know winter has arrived when the resident hummingbird flies by looking for food, trying to … Continue reading January
February
Another day, another cold Dark storm clouds are rushing across the sky shaking the trees in a wild dance, bending them, holding them prisoners. Bright white sunlight breaks through the shifting clouds flitting across my desk, drawing bizarre patterns. Irregular shadows harvest the settling dust. Only a few weeks ago, or so it seems, the world outside … Continue reading February
Light
It has been almost a month since my last post! This almost sounds like a confession before mass when I attended the Ursulines' high school. In a way, it is a confession. My eyesight, just as the daylight, is fading, once again Writing, reading, driving, everything is a challenge. Another eye surgery is looming on the horizon, which … Continue reading Light
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