My Life in Water

I began immersed in fluid, floating freely, encased in the universe of beginning.  Nothing was required of me there, no consciousness, no choice, no understanding.  Slowly my universe contracted and I grew beyond its borders.  Without understanding, I knew narrowness was coming and I would be thrust into a cold, bright dryness, a perilous hero's…

What Category Am I In, Anyway?

Anyone who slogs their way through this post will be treated to a road map of how my mind works.  (Some will likely argue that it is more evidence that my mind doesn't work, but I won't dignify that argument with a response!) The word prompt led me to consider how much of myself I…

Patient Seeds

The carob pods seemed so ugly.  Why would anyone ever think to use them for food or bring them to a potluck? Perhaps my prejudice came from all those earnest attempts back in my counter-culture youth to convince me that carob is a perfectly good substitute for chocolate.  Not a chance!  Carob may be useful…

I Need a Vacation After My Vacation

I have read several posts lately from bloggers I like describing wonderful vacation plans, sharing journal entries from exotic trips, replete with pictures of incredibly beautiful vistas that renew their spirits and calm their pounding working-world hearts. I admit to being somewhat jealous, and easily fall into "everybody is having more fun than I" pity-party…

What’s in a Name?

Many years back, when both my husband and I could still bend over without crackling sounds and shooting pains coming from the general area of our spines, we owned and operated a pick-your-own strawberry farm.  This was an endeavor that he had started several years before I came on the scene.  In the rose-colored, early…

Stay Back!

Warning.  Yes, I waddle when I walk, look like a skunk on steroids.  You may think to come near, to enter my space, to chuckle at my weird attempts at defense.  Don't mistake my slowness or strange appearance for acquiescence and accommodation.  I learned early that everyone is a stranger, even those who are not.…

To tweeze or not to tweeze…

I always prided myself on eschewing the mainstream makeup wisdom that requires eyebrows to be neatly curved and well defined. There was also a time during my mis-spent youth when I refused to shave my legs and underarms.  It was the 60's and social norms and expectations of all kinds were being questioned and tested,…