Looking Back on the Camp Days
empty stables on the right where the horses lived and I visited every afternoon to groom, to feed, to ride even if I had to sit sideways the edge of the woods on the left by the parking lot, still gravel, and the main building we used to call the “dining...
Breaking the Silence of an Ordinary Day
Writing has been nonexistent for the past six weeks. I didn’t mean to stop and I wasn’t trying to lose my momentum. I wrote my way through January, 500 words at a time. That month I only missed a couple of days, but I set aside blogging during the process. I guess I...
From One Word to 500 Words
At the end of the year, I came across something called “One Word 365” on Twitter. I explored what it meant. Everyone picks a word relating to their own journey, a word they need to practice. The point is to not just set resolutions for the new year, but to be...
Five Minute Friday: I don’t want to fly
Some days fly by. Seasons can be over before you realized what happened or what you forgot to do. We can rush through certain times of the year without fully welcoming each individual day. Thanksgiving and Christmas are upon us. The weeks in between can be marked by...