Hypnagogia Who knew there was a name ? Movement within movement A startling pitch forward to Wakefulness from dream Me With gossamer wings Delicate star-tips A sturdy araneae weave .. Minced into f r a g m e n t s It is hard to remember That they ever… Continue reading Hypnagogia
Ahhh, vacation. One of the best things about this week off is that my eyes will get a break from my blinding drive to work. People will tell you that only “old people” are bothered by these new LED headlights, but I beg to differ. I’m 57. I don’t consider that old. Let’s talk about… Continue reading Blinded by The Light
“I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.” Diane Ackerman Spring officially began at 2:58 pm. The event, which always falls on either March 20 or 21, marks one of… Continue reading The Width
No way to explain the flood of memory that washed over me this morning. Saltwater Park was the playground of my youth. So many memories of the beach and the hillside and even the road (most I can’t share ). But maybe the thing that made me the most unsteady was being so aware of… Continue reading Life’s A Beach
Spring is right around the corner … ♡ On the trail to Van Trump Park just beyond Comet Falls at Mount Rainier. This one is definitely on my summer list. This year I’ll make it to Mildred Point. How I Go To The Woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single… Continue reading Trailshot Tuesday
I know it’s still January. And the dead of winter. But a girl can dream … -♡
