Baby Steps vs. Smart Steps

I love vistas and views.  I love gazing off, far into the distance.  Growing up, I lived on a hill.  My Dad and I would stand in our yard and watch the storms come through…until my Mom told us to come in because we would be struck by lightening. My Mom had a fearful nature. … Continue reading Baby Steps vs. Smart Steps


As I was waiting for my water to boil this morning –I make my coffee in a Chemex—I sleepily thought about what I was going to write about this fine, drippy, rainy morning. It smells all loamy outside. I love that rain smell. And the creek is up. I can see it moving fast out … Continue reading Simmering