Today is my first day of school. I set the alarm for 5 am so I could make the spin class and sort through my ‘first day’ anxieties.  I awoke to winter wonderland and buried myself back into the bed for a few hours. Time collapses on itself. I’m 43 years old, but I still…  Continue Reading →

I’m sitting in our bed with a cup of hot tea, waiting for Allen to get home from the YMCA and searching for words to show you the awe and adventures of the last three days.  Snow has been gently falling outside the window today and we expect rain for the coming days.  It will…  Continue Reading →

The Grand Canyon left us speechless. It left the few others tourists about us speechless as well. Everyone whispered. Everyone stood still for moments before lifting cameras to ‘capture’ it. My mother wrote me that my Granddaddy’s word for the Grand Canyon was ‘erosion’. True enough. That which we fight against in our own back…  Continue Reading →

Yesterday we took ourselves on a tour Flagstaff, Painted Desert, and the Petrified Forest. Thanks to my sister in law Hillary’s recommendation, we started off with a great cup of coffee at Macy’s in what the locals call “Flag”. We enjoyed being in reasonable temperatures (50s) with snow still clinging to north faces of mountains…  Continue Reading →

I have been thinking about the phrase I learned from India via the Kaylor family: full of the empty. It was the way the Indian people explained something was empty. Our journey has felt full of the emptying in many ways. From the route across the Bayous of Louisiana, where the setting was more a…  Continue Reading →