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What’s saving my life right now

Inspired by my blogging friend Leah’s post – I am taking on her challenge to think – and write about – what’s saving my life right now.

  • Background – Leah is a fabulous writer, author and Mom who moved with her family from  Sunny San Diego to a less-than-sunny wintry Indiana (I can so relate to the absence of sunshine!) – She cites writer Barbara Brown Taylor who, in her memoir Leaving Church, tells about a time she was invited to speak, and her host assigned her this topic: “Tell us what is saving your life right now.”  The idea behind this is  that most can articulate what may be bothering us but few of us stop to note what’s giving us life.

Bam!  So thought-provoking!

Here are the things saving my life right now ~ in no particular order:

  1. Exercise:  After work I make time for A) the treadmill or B) Yoga.  Either helps me unwind and forget my schedule and responsibilities.  My mind drifts off and creativity sneaks in. ~ Ahh.
  2. Minimizing Electronics: The company cell phone gets shut down at 7pm and lately, the best thing on T.V. has been the off button.
  3. Books – by taking step #2  I create space to devour deliciously good reads & have  created something to look forward to on a regular basis.  Joyful!
  4. Rest: In winter I go to bed earlier, it’s a necessary step to create the energy for slogging through the greyest of days.
  5. Up:  Because of #4 I get up earlier, can sip coffee longer, and have an hour of “soul time” to myself every morning.
  6. Supplements: Vitamin D in copious amounts – 5,000iu per day.  Start slow and work your way up but this is a GAME changer especially if you live where winter happens without measurable sunshine.
  7. Color and lots of it. Again – it’s so grey here right now – you’ll find me in sweaters, scarves and dresses of purple, teal, ocean blue or green.
  8. Flowers – they’re not just for Valentines and anniversaries.    For $7.99 I can add a pop of color to my office – and flowers are nature’s happy little reminder that Spring will soon come again.
  9.  Music.  My job requires a lot of car travel back & forth to meetings – sometimes 5 -6 hours in one trip – I turn off the rants and the politics, add in some Gospel, Motown and Classic Rock and sing my way to my meetings.  Winning!
  10. Connections – phone conversations with my sister or cousin, time out to dinner or staying home with Hubbs, messaging with our boys, breakfasts with Grandpa & the Aunts/Uncles.  Chatting with someone at the grocery store.  Connections – without steps 1-9 – I wouldn’t be as motivated to create and sustain connections~!

What’s saving your life right now?

 

a $8.00 pick-me-up that lasts all week long. Google.images.com

a $8.00 pick-me-up that lasts all week long. Google.images.com

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How not fine we are

You know that old saying about how you never know what you’ve lost till it’s gone?  Or left? Or something like that?

I didn’t realize how bad I felt until I didn’t.

Seriously.

This is what I felt like before starting the Wheat Belly way of eating 15 days ago.  Slogging though, getting it done, barely living.

sleepy-kitten-cute-kittens-9835304-450-301This is how I feel today.

peeking kitten

I wake before my alarm. I come home from work with energy to spare.  No longer am I just slogging through.

alert kitten

www.wheatbellyblog.com 

15 days. 7.5 lbs.

Inches lost.

Inflammation – gone.

Body softly whispering “Thank you.”

Muffin Face has left the building ~ someone else has taken her place and she’s feeling just fine!

 

wheatbelly-cover

“Sometimes, though, we let ourselves get so used to being ‘fine’ that we lose track of how ‘not fine’ we are.”  – ― Martina Boone, Compulsion

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Good-bye, muffin face

I’m the daughter of a grain farmer. We grew wheat, oats, and barley on our family farm in Saskatchewan. Home-made bread was part of every meal growing up (lucky us).  Mom could stretch the meal with bread and butter, and I know we weren’t alone.  Sauces thickened with flour, baked goods welcomed us home from school, we started our mornings with porridge.   All healthy, right?

And I was a pretty healthy kid – energetic, bright and talkative.  Rarely sick, I’d catch the junk going around at school – Chicken Pox, Stomach Flu, you name it. Flash forward 45 years – my weight started to creep up, I often had the sniffles and regularly succumbed to respiratory infections.  My joints ached.  Out of nowhere my elbows starting hurting.  I became used to it.

Flash forward to my 50s, I felt like I hit a wall.  With my face. Weight loss was incremental and short-lived. My body ached for no reason whatsoever.  I’d go through bursts of energy/feeling good, working out, eating “right,” including “heart-healthy” whole grains.   Then I’d hit a point of complete and utter exhaustion.

My Pharmacist suggested Thyroid medication and that’s helped – somewhat – but still — right before Christmas, I woke up one morning to muffin face.  That tired-puffy-you look like h*ll moment.  Worse yet, I felt it.  Going up and down stairs became painful. My wrists started to ache.  I was restless at night.  I was running on empty.

Like many of you I’ve counted points on Weight Watchers, I’ve choked down Nutrisystem, I’ve taken over-the-counter metabolism boosters, I’ve followed Atkins and here’s what happened: I was cranky, hungry and annoyed.  I like to cook, I like real foods, and pre-packaged junk just isn’t my idea of a meal.

So here’s what I did.  I read and I read and I read and I read.  I watched a PBS special featuring Cardiologist Dr. William Davis talk about what happens to your body when you remove all grains.  I had purchased his book “Wheat Belly” 2 years ago and never read it.  I read it.  Then I bought “Wheat Belly Total Health,” and I read that, too.    On December 20th I bought his newest book, “Wheat Belly 10-day grain detox.”  I read that too, only this time with a highlighter.

On January 3rd I took the picture on the left at 6pm at night. I started detox Jan 4th and the 2nd picture was taken yesterday morning.  10 days.  I felt a difference in 3.   My skin is happy and less inflamed.  My face literally shrunk. I lost 5.5 lbs and more than an inch off my waist (!).  My eyes are brighter. I sleep like a tree fell.  Detox is hard – your body is so used to grains/carbs/sugar that it will fight you for what it wants.  But after about 4 days I found I was longer a chip-aholic. I no longer planned my dinners around what I could snack on later.  After 6 days I rarely felt hunger and my joints no longer ached.  With Wheat Belly you eat real, delicious, yummy food.  REAL – not out of a wrapper or box.   I’ve made Fettucine Alfredo with spiraled Zuchini noodles instead of Pasta.  I had given up eating that type of food because I always felt awful afterwards.   LOW-fat is a no-no on this way of eating – healthy fats are in (olive oil, coconut oil, avocados).

My first picture is me living on grilled chicken in a “healthy” whole wheat wrap, eating whole oats for breakfast and sipping a light beer at night.  My second is me eating Salmon seared in coconut oil, sauteed vegetables and grain free cheesecake with a glass of wine! No, I am not kidding.   The transformation I see is from existing to living!

 

My 10 day detox results - an Emjayandthem (C) photo

My 10 day detox results – an Emjayandthem (C) photo

 

I share my muffin face with all of you — to encourage you.  Maybe, like me, you’re sick and tired of being sick and tired. Maybe your weight is “stuck,” too.  Maybe you want to try something for 10 days just to see if you can.  You can.  If I can do it, you can too.

Now on to the rest of my life – feeling wonderful and saying adios to muffin face! 🙂

  • for more visit Dr. Davis’ website http://www.wheatbellyblog.com/  or you can find the official “Wheat Belly” site on Facebook — packed with information, tips and success stories.

 

 

 

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Random Five Friday – August’s end

It’s Friday! It’s Random! Let’s go!

1. I don’t know about you but it kind of felt like July left and September came early.  I was at the Capitol yesterday and could have sworn it was mid-September .. look at that sky!

perfect day for a walk; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

perfect day for a walk; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

2.  Speaking of August, guess what’s ready at the Orchard down the road?  Guess what I’m making this weekend?

Fresh peaches and coffee w/cream... An Emjayandthem (C) photo

Fresh peaches with my coffee ~ An Emjayandthem (C) photo

Peach Blackberry Cobbler ... an Emjayandthem (C) photo

I like to bake & take (i.e. take it somewhere else!)  Peach Blackberry Cobbler is going a Labor Day gathering … an Emjayandthem (C) photo

3.  Remember me talking about the Nutribullet?  I’m still using it – daily!  If you want a daily blast of nutrition and energy, check it out.  My new favorite morning smoothie recipe is 1/2 spinach + blueberries, cantaloupe, strawberries, chia, flaxseeds, cinnamon, fresh ginger and almond milk.  Creamy, a bit spicy and delicious.  Keeps me full till early afternoon and I swear I’m healthier.  We’ll see come cold & flu season.

image from nutribullet.com

image from nutribullet.com

4. I’m lucky I work with a lot of capable and talented people and, for the most part, I’ve successfully removed any energy vampires from my life.  But this is still good advice, don’t you think?

idiots

5.  Late last week, I noticed some activity along the back fence.  In the late day sun, I spotted a Momma cat lounging and two of her youngsters tumbling and rolling down the hill.  Cats!  And wild cats at that.  I think Frankie would have made friends with them and can picture them all lying in a pile together.  No I’m not taming them and no I didn’t put food out, either.  Don’t really need a yard full of skunks and raccoons!

cats in yard

Speaking of cats, this made me laugh — here’s # 6 for a Random 5 Friday. Happy day, all!

free kittens

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Do it anyway

So, I’ve written about how eager I was to start the Couch25K plan, an 8 week program that gets you off the couch and running 3 miles in about 2 months. (download the free podcasts here).

What I haven’t written about is the transformation that is occurring.

“I run because it’s so symbolic of life. You have to drive yourself to overcome the obstacles. You might feel that you can’t. But then you find your inner strength, and realize you’re capable of so much more than you thought.” Arthur Blank

Oh, there’s a wee part of me that whispers shh don’t talk about it yet, you’re only in week 3.  But there’s a stronger, louder, more powerful part of me that tells her to shut it.

Because here’s what I need to say:

I mustered up my courage and actually went into a running store. You know the kind: everyone in there is a 9′ tall gazelle with 3% body fat and knows what to do with the hydration stuff and anti chafing products sitting at the till.

Not me.

I ambled in, took a deep breath and let the athletic gal fitting me know that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.  She found me some new runners and let me try them out. And I did. I ran in the store.  Me. I know! And here’s the thing: I didn’t care who saw me.

Yes I still have my old tanks and sports bras and I haven’t invested in any new shorts or cute outfits. I run on a treadmill and the only one who sees my wardrobe is the 12-year-old dog who is partially deaf and near-sighted.

But the very best part is this: Everything, and I mean, everything – my job, my co-workers, my family, my ancient, arthritic dog, and even our neglected house have taken a backseat to this.

Why?

Because nothing I’ve ever purchased, tasted or experienced has ever made me feel as alive as this does. Nothing.  I love everything about it! I love the sweating (and I’m talking rivers of sweat).  I love the endurance and confidence I’m gaining. I’m loving the kick-a** way 30 minutes of this makes me feel. I love that moment that comes in the middle of a workout when my inner lizard harps that I can’t possibly finish; I love to silence her by pushing through anyway. I’m loving how well I sleep at night.  I love the “atta-girls” I get from the Hubbs and the pride I feel when I reach another milestone.

At 49, I’m loving that I can.

:: Just run:: Image from Pinterest.com

What have you discovered about yourself lately?

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What the daughter does

So, I haven’t shared much of this before now, but my Mom’s had some health issues this summer and is currently recouping at my sister’s.   My sister, a nurse by trade and a caretaker by heart, has fluffed the pillows, simmered the soup and baked the bread.  Mom’s snuggled, tucked and loved and if there is a place for her that’s better than sissy’s, I’d be hard pressed to tell you where it is.

Chatting Sunday, I was startled when Mom give me something other than her usual “I’m fine.”

Knowing I was planning a visit this fall anyways, she said, “I think you ought to come sooner than later.  Besides, I can use the help.”

And, to the best of my ability, when Mom asks, I go.

So with that, I’m prairie-bound this morning.

I’ll try my best to help, to cheer, to comfort, and to engage.  I’ll also take the opportunity to say the things I need to say.  Because as hard as it is to get those words out, those are the one I think most need to be said. You know what I mean: expressions of emotion that dwell so close to our hearts that they pinch when we release them.  And even though I’ll probably stumble my way through, I’m determined to step over my fears and say them anyways.

And mostly? Mostly I aim to do for her what she’s done for me.

“What the daughter does, the Mother did.”
-unknown

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This post brought to you by Prednisone

This post serves a warning to you, my regular readers – all those kind and thoughtful peeps who pop in regularly just to say hello. It’s also for any who might happen by for a visit.

Why’s that, you say?

Well .. I’ve been to the doctor, again. This was my 4th visit in … 4 weeks.  Diagnosed with Bronchitis just before Christmas,  I was given a 5 day antibiotic + 8 days of Prednisone (preds).  Prednisone is a synthetic corticosteroid used as an immune-suppressant. Translation – it’s a man-made chemical that gives your immune system a stern talking to.  The dose starts out with 8 tablets per day, 7 the next and so on.  In my case, it was given to combat the inflammation in the bronchial airway (lungs); I needed its help to settle things down and let me breathe again.

"Hello, Immune System? Mrs. Prednisone calling. I have 3 words for you: Knock it off!" Photo guardian.co.uk

That was week one.

Week two found me back for a long-acting bronochiodilator  (translation – jaws of life for the lungs).   I was also given a short-term inhaler for those moments when my chest felt tight. Which was daily.    Things started looking up and I even blogged about the Adventures of Wonder Boy and Phlegm girl.

I went back to work in week three but found myself in trouble a few days in; Wheezing, short of breath, and exhausted.  The doctors prescribed another 8 days of preds.

I am in week 4 and thought I was all set. Except I’m not.  I’m still raspy, hoarse and wheezy.  I’m short of breath and honestly, I’m beat.  (Don’t ever Google those symptoms, you’ll panic; I did).  I was scheduled for a regular blood draw this morning anyways at my new favorite hangout (kidding) when Doc popped his head in to check on me (love that).  After a few tests and checks, I’m now on a 3 week dose of a higher amounts of preds that will taper off week by week.

Turns out that what I’d been given were effective but just not quite enough.  It makes sense now. I’d start the high dose on a Thursday, feel pretty good over the weekend, and by Tuesday (day 5)  I was hoarse, gasping and dragging again.

Why the warning?

High doses of Prednisone can mess with the body’s ability to make cortisol at the right times (think cortisone = think adrenal fatigue, which I’ve battled and beat before).  Cortisol levels being out of whack affect sleep quality, concentration and can increases the likelihood of gaining weight around the middle.  Fantastic!  Other possible joys in my immediate future? Facial swelling, anxiety, depression, mouth sores, general snarkiness and unexplained body pain. Super-de-duper!

.. definitely out of whack; google.images.com

So, if you’re looking for me, please know I might have to hide under the blankies from now till … I don’t know, March?  I’ll expect to breathe better soon but might only be allowed out to play with proper supervision.

I just want my Mom to get better ...

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Pushing for normal

Ever woken up and felt a pinch that lets you know  that… ooh … this is not going to be your best day?

I did. Yesterday morning, I woke up to a fat lip and a tingle that told me how, overnight, an excruciatingly painful cold sore had taken hold of my lower lip.  Right in the middle where the coffee cup hits, a spoon rests, and where teeth can connect.  Ouch.

Lysine helps drive it under; image from NatureMade.com

I’ve gotten these beauties since I was a wee girl; probably a leftover from a well-meaning relative’s kiss at Christmas-time. Now … they appear whenever I’m stressed or run-down .. or both.

I had a long day before me then, today and tomorrow … 8 hours of training + a 1 hour commute.  8 hours of training, talking, role-playing, learning and communicating.  All while sporting a bubbly, painful thing smack in the middle of my mouth.  Where I greet people.  Where it can’t hide.  Where I can’t hide it.

What’d  they serve us for lunch you ask?   A salty soup, a crusty bread sandwich and potato chips – Oh my goodness, nerve endings screamed as shock waves of pain radiated through my face.

It looks bad.  It feels much, much worse.

And it reminds me that my “normal” days… my 360 days a year without these …. are pretty darned wonderful …

    What symptoms tell you that you’re stressed?

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Human doings

I don’t know about you but sometimes I have a hard time listening.  Not to others as much as I do to my body.

We had our immediate family over on Sunday in celebration of hubb’s birthday. This consists of our oldest boy, his wife and their two little kids, our youngest son, my father-in-law, hubbs and me. It was busy and fun and quite a lot of work.  Pots boiling, dishes simmering, little kids buzzing through and stopping to help and play and giggle and charm.

About halfway through the action, I felt the teeniest pinch of something. Just a twinge … of a stomach ache. Nothing serious but certainly not  comfortable.

Hugs and smooches in the driveway and little hands waving as they drove away,  I turned to hubbs who declared, “Honey .. you’re grey!

“I know,” I said.

“You ought to just go to bed,” he declared.

But … there are toys to pickup, dishes to do, etc. etc. etc.

mashed potatoes from scratch, of course

“Shhh,” he said.  “We’ll help… and the rest? The rest can wait.”

And he was right.

So I did something I haven’t done since I was about 5th grade … I went to bed on a Sunday night before 8:00 pm  … and  slept for 11 hours. Me!! The person the family can set their watch to, down for the count.  And I was all the better for it.

Above and beyond the physical ramifications, I’ve decided I want to be more mindful of how I expend my energy.  Does it really matter that I served a buffet of hot, flavorful choices or that we all had the opportunity to sit together and enjoy ourselves?

And, one more thing, this week,  I realized I also want to be more in the moment.  In the past, I have spent so much energy looking forward to something that I zipped through it and nearly missed it when it happened.  I have been so focused on that delightful horizon – on planning, prepping, arranging and doing that I forget to make allowances for … being.

We are human beings after all (vs. human doings).

~Sigh~

Another reminder that I am still a work in progress.  And you? How well do you listen? (to your body and yourself, that is).

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Fashion Fitness?

It used to be that we exercised to lose weight and look better in our clothes.

Spanx, the company who revolutionized women’s shape wear with their light weight “firming” undergarments, recently introduced products designed to help us look better while working out (or on our way to/from the gym).

image from wellsphere.com

Hey, I get it, I mean who doesn’t want to look their best?

Except that being fashionable while exercising isn’t a priority to me.   Why? Because I exercise at home.  But even that’s not “it,” the real reason is that, when I work out, there ain’t nothing pretty about it.

I sweat, puff and grit my teeth.

I groan, grunt and swear.

I spill water, drip sweat and my face?

My face ends up puffy, red and hot.

I am anything but cute, feminine or even remotely attractive.

What I am is focused, determined, strategic and disciplined.

And that’s OK because here’s what I’ve learned:

The cutest workout gear will not make me any more inclined to want to workout than the comfy mismatched stuff will.

It’s my choice.

And, of late, I’ve chosen to exercise. And *surprise* I’m having fun with it! (Hello Turbo Jam!)

I’ve been huffing, puffing and sweating … wearing my old stretchy shorts and a the hubbs’ old cotton tee.

However .. I might consider buying myself a pair of those swanky Spanx pants for travel, movies and trips to the grocery store.   Why? Because who doesn’t want to look cute standing in airport security, deli or popcorn lines?  🙂

# # #

Do you exercise regularly?  If yes…. what’s your “fashion fitness?”

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It’s not what I did, it’s what I didn’t do

source: ludix.com

I’ve been off work for more than a month recovering from foot surgery. I have another 2 weeks to go before the doctor will release me.

In my mind, I had a vast list of things I was going to accomplish during this so-called “down” time.

I was going to:

  • review & file EOB (Explanation of Benefits) statements from last year
  • catch up on watching recent Academy Award nominated movies (2009, 2010 etc)
  • shred credit card statements and receipts
  • reorganize the top of my dresser (it’s a humble-jumble of jewelry, perfume, buttons and receipts)
  • read at least half of the books stacked on my end table
  • and much more that I barely remember

I didn’t do any of those things.

It’s not what I did .. it’s what I didn’t do.

I didn’t:

  • Use an alarm clock… instead, I slept until I woke up.  Letting my body reset itself has been most restorative
  • Mind letting the answering machine pick up calls (couldn’t get there in time anyways)
  • Watch any Academy Award winning movies. Instead, I snuggled up with old favorites like “Hitch” and “Notting Hill”
  • Cook for weeks at a time (unheard of, especially for me)
  • Try to be a hero; I took pain meds when I felt “the pinch”
  • Read anything more challenging than “Readers Digest” or “People”
  • Blow dry my hair; too tiring, too hard to stand, and too easy to pull my wet, clean hair back into a ponytail and let it air dry
  • Forget to say “please” and “thank you”
  • Call the office or respond to emails with any particular regularity
  • Resist the urge to nap when necessary
  • Refuse friends who offered to cook for us
  • Miss an opportunity to greet our boy after school
  • Fail to appreciate everyone who helped me

This morning, while listening to an April thunderstorm thrash our house with rain,  I reflected on this time of recovery.

Some of it I don’t remember (Hello Vicodin!) and much of it I do.  What did I learn?

The best laid plans of mice and men!

We think we’re in control.  Our bodies have a way of making us take a time out.

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Blog on Pause

1980s Candies; image from edge.boston.com

So, tomorrow, I’m off to surgery. 

A “Bunionectomy with Osteotomy and fixation,”  the Podiatrist said.  Bunions … ugh, I feel about 900 years old just saying that out-loud. Something to do with heredity and strappy heels.  Crap. All those hot little “Candies” (shoes) I’ve adored since my teens have come back to bite me in the … toe.

So what’s in my future? A surgery shoe, crutches, handicapped parking sticker, an orthopedic boot, and prescription pain relief.  No more than 10 min per hour on that foot for the first week.  No driving for 3 weeks.

~ Sigh ~

Have I mentioned our house is multi-level with 7 stairs up (to our bedroom)..7 stairs down (computer/office/other bedroom)..and 6 down again (laundry/game room). 

No hopping; au contraire mes amis, I’ve been advised to scoot.

Holy Hell, Batman!  Will I have the shoulders of an Olympic Freestyler when this is all said & done?

~ Sigh ~

But, really, here’s the rub … I am going to miss writing my little blog and all of you who stop in with comments and observations.  I really will.

Because of where my computer is (desktop not laptop) I can’t get to it easily.  That’s probably a good thing; I just love me some technology and not being able to reach it will force me to rest, read, and rest some more.  I have a work laptop, but no wireless, so that’s out of reach as well.

I know my guys will be great because their intentions are good;  I’ll be tucked, fluffed, and stuffed.  I’m doing some cooking and laundry today and I’ve resisted the urge to do it too much because, if I do, I eliminate their opportunity to shine.  And they like to shine!

Just like when the hubbs had dental surgery last year (I blogged about it here ), he will care for me. I’ll hear his big feet as he tippy-toes up the stairs to check in on me. I’ll feel his heavy hand when he rests it on the blanket to ask if I’m warm enough. I’ll hear him shoe our elderly, ever-worried dog out of the room. I will sense our boy when he appears near me wondering if I’m ok, and I’ll invite him closer to tell me all about his day.

It doesn’t matter what I eat. It doesn’t matter which blankie I have.  None of that matters. What matters is that they will be there.

They will do the best they can, and I will try my best to receive their care openly and gratefully.

I will try to be patient, to use my crutches, stay off my feet, and take the time to heal.

And that, my friends, is why my blog is on pause for now.

 Cheers!

Categories: Attitude, Beauty, Blogging, Family, Fashion, Friendship, Gratitude, Home, Life, Men, Personal, Thoughts, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , | 30 Comments

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Random Thoughts by Karen

I also live on a farm

Just another WordPress.com weblog

The Simple Life of a Country Man's Wife

A prairie woman choosing to enjoy each season, in weather and in life

Undercover Surfer

...random thoughts and images overflowing from my brain

Wordsmith's Desk

some thoughts along the way

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

music, poetry, musings, photography and philosophy from a woman who found her way back home and wants you to come over for a hike and a cocktail.

these days of mine

Stop in and see what's happening during these days of mine

Writingfeemail's Blog

Random observations on writing and life

Grace and Life

Looking for grace notes in life's journey...

When I Ride...

How life coaches me as I ride...

RICH RIPLEY

EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS...