This is Part Two of thoughts at the beach. Read Part One here. Day 3, morning It’s our last morning at the beach. My parents and I head home today. This is when the long ride is tiresome and I don’t want to sit in my wheelchair for hours. I wish we could tap our feet...
Today I’m sharing Part One of what I wrote at the beach last week. Come back tomorrow for the rest of it. Day 1, afternoon I’m writing with a view of the ocean. And the warm breeze blows through my beach-y hair. It’s a mess, but I don’t mind. We’re on vacation...
A change of scenery. A break in the rhythm of daily life. I was reminded last week how good it is to change our normal routine every so often. This time my parents and I were able to go to the beach for a few days. Vacations take work to prepare, pack, plan meals, and...
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...
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...
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...