Hiking Poet

  Oh, how fun it would be to go back to when I was little. When everything around me appeared enormous and splendid and I wished to one day just be like that! Now that I am an adult, not always splendid, I just wished the little girl would reappear and take me by the hand, holding … Continue reading Day 16 – Little

Receiving a personal note means a lot to me, it documents that someone, somewhere took the time to sit down, choose paper and pen, or any other modern device, and shared their thoughts. Sometimes the messages are sweet remembrances that float up and touch my heart light like a feather sailing on strong winds. Other times a note … Continue reading Day 14 – Mail

Aware of the rain predicted to hit today, the steady knock, knock on the roof top and skylights supports the end of the fire season. Aware of the wooden fences that solidly block out the views of a beautiful valley, enveloping the crop and protecting it from intruders. The precious green plants that cause so … Continue reading Day 13 – Aware

  Have you ever noticed how dramatic the sky looks in the fall? Have you ever followed the low clouds racing across the wide valley in a storm? In my country of origin we call this 'Bavarian Sky'. Have you ever been awed by stunning sunsets? The beauty replenishes my heart as I sit still … Continue reading Day 12 – Sky

When my friends receive a thank-you note, it is not always for gifts. Most of the times, I just like to thank them for being in my life. When I wake up and gaze outside, still caught in a dream, I smile at the day and gratitude comes easy. Thanks ~ for having a soft bed, a … Continue reading Day 11 – Thanks

Thoughts of moving have always unsettled me. A job interview turns my stomach into maniacal butterflies. To not know what to expect, to be happily surprised by the Unknown, is not in my nature. When I open up to letting new people in and situations occur that could not be anticipated because of the unknown … Continue reading Day 10 – Unknown

Really, post it?! I could plaster the walls with my collection of little blocks of sticky notes. They line my desk in all colors of the rainbow like soldiers on the battleground, ready to attack the tasks on their dockets. Sometimes I jot down just one word, other times phone numbers that I no longer recognize … Continue reading Day 9 – Post It

Muddle - to bring disorder to, or to mess with - Another word that comes immediately to mind chaos - the result of putting these verbs in motion When you are born in a country known for its orderliness and you know that deep down inside you'd like to break the mold and just stir … Continue reading Day 8 – Muddle

Tests make me cringe. Always have and always will. They put pressure on me and make me anxious. Decisions waiting to be made put me to the test because I cannot predict how things will turn out. A new dining table requires driving north for an overnighter testing my ability to coordinate schedules. Spontaneity in … Continue reading Day 7 – TEST

You came into my life after a journey of ten years. You nestled against my chest a complete miracle I could not believe was mine. Some say good things take time - and they are right. You are the sunshine that I crave in mid-winter. My mother said, 'I don't wish you ill, but I … Continue reading Day 6 – You