Author Archives: Susan

Left tied to the Post Office pole outside early on a Friday morning in May, you were rescued and found your way to us. A puppy, Border Collie, small, friendly, yet scared and oh so sweet, all ready to join … Continue reading →

There’s this thing in this moment when the silence is loud and my breath awakens me to what is real. Now I know you are an illusion.

I place my heart in a box. I open the drawer. I put the box in there. Not allowed out until the love I have for myself is complete and constant.

Winter Coat Boycott You are cordially invited to the winter coat boycott. Winter coats will no longer be worn. None. At all. Throw all winter coats, winter hats, wool and knit scarves, mittens, gloves, long underwear, insulated, carharts, thermo socks, … Continue reading →

Lazy day Sunday, ahhh but ahhh warm in my face sunshine so little stress. Making it a great day, making every day feel like Sunday, and the blood pressure goes way down, and the hot Fair trade coffee tastes ultra … Continue reading →

It is the blustery grey, cold wind with drizzle late March keep the wool sweater on, am I in Ireland, kind of day. Off on the hill, the old majestic mansion of a beaten down farmhouse overlooking a massive expanse … Continue reading →

One day is all it took to realize that clinging to as in being a Cling ON as in Spock and the Vulcan Grip will get one nowhere and letting go of all resistance and attachment to as in watching … Continue reading →

It is a rare moment, unplanned, that the sweet space deep inside seemingly untouchable, where most cannot get to or even dare to discover. Underneath, in between, unknowingly open. Turning the angle, reframed, a brightened view in the dark, sighing … Continue reading →

For Lynn, the man who prays for anyone who pops into his head at anytime…many a prayer he has said for me and for this I am truly appreciative.  The power of prayer, no doubt, is a potent tool. Thoughts … Continue reading →

Winding around Hwy 61, sunshiney, refreshing 32 degree winter morning, scoping for eagles  in trees, illegally texting my son a question about why he is sad, instanteously running out of gas, unable to get cell phone reception. Hitch hiking along … Continue reading →