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Inspiration is all around me.  The way that the sage glows gold before sunset, calling me to get outside.  Witnessing kind expressions of gratitude between people.  A dog head in my lap.  The people in my life. Everyone I know brings a different perspective and flavor of inspiration.  Last night I experienced inspiration in a way that I don't think I ever have first hand.  I spent the evening with a friend who has one of the most positive outlooks on life that I have ever witnessed.  She lives her life with the epitome of moment-to-moment presence and gratitude for each

I’ve been feeling this weird sense that I’m trapped.  The heavy gray clouds have really worn on me lately.  I am one of many who claim to be solar powered, and living in Tucson, AZ and now “Sunny Gunny”, CO allows me to recharge almost daily.  When there are five or six consecutive days of precipitation varying from rain to sleet to snowflakes the size of my face, something feels very wrong.  Sometimes I forget how much the weather affects me and I just feel like something is wrong with me.  I feel a need to escape. Last night, as I

It’s been a little while since I’ve written more than a couple sentences.  I’ve had some free time, I’ve opened my notebook, I even finished knitting a hat.  I have also had judgment by the truck load.  Nothing has seemed good enough.  And then I ask myself, “Good enough for whom?”  (Yes, I speak to myself using proper pronouns.)  My intention with these blurbs was to be authentically me; to share what I love and explore who I am. The thing is that “who I am” does not always seem good enough either.  The other day I screwed up a triple batch

Not so long ago, 42 degrees fahrenheit was well within my definition of a cold winter day.  Yesterday, I experienced 42 degrees from a whole new perspective.  The warmth that I felt wasn’t only due to the fact that it was 90 degrees colder last month. The day started with a beautiful breakfast created by my favorite person in the world (gluten free blueberry pancakes with bacon and fat pile of sautéed veggies.  Yeah, we eat well around here!)  and continued with a few hours of pastry creation.   After that, Jefe and I ride our single speeds up Gold Basin Road and into

  My days are going to look much different this summer than they do now.  At the moment, I spend about 32 hours each week sitting behind a desk.  I relocate manila folders while interacting with some of the most incredibly beautiful teachers, mentors, and friends that anyone could hope for.  I've learned so much in these past 18 months, and among those lessons is that a desk is no place for me!  In June, I’ll drive Jefe to Banff, Alberta for the Grand Depart of the Tour Divide (more on this later, I'm sure).  Ten days after he sets off, I

I am trying so hard to understand what is going on in American politics.  I hear a rhetoric and an attitude that boggles my mind.  I listen and I read with as open a mind and as open a heart as I can muster.  Do we really want to be a country known for its lack of respect for anything?  Do we really believe that protecting our own rights has nothing to do with protecting the rights of those whose opinions differ from ours?  Do we really want to live in a place where a respectful conversation is not something

I tap the snooze button every morning.  No, worse.  Jefe taps the snooze button for me every morning.  He is already out of bed, coffee made, hitting that snooze button every 9 minutes until I manage to get on my feet.  Every evening I choose the time that I set the alarm, usually somewhere in the middle of the 6 o’clock hour.  I impress myself if I’m out of bed before 7:25. When I set the alarm each morning, I have aspirations of greeting the morning, sitting with my breath for a few minutes, moving my body with some yoga, writing

I love to write.  So many thoughts percolate through my mind on a near-constant basis, and giving them words helps me process them.  When I was much younger I kept a diary.  I recorded events, feelings, and opinions in various hard and soft cover books, with and without tiny locks and keys.  Now that I am all grown up, I express myself in different ways, and I’m not so sure that these methods are an improvement over my childhood ways.  Most of the time I just talk at whoever will listen.  I can keep a secret, unless that secret is