The above picture is a tease of blogs to come.  It is the first photo we took in Utah over Spring Break.  I need a few days to let the rock dust settle a bit before I can figure out how to raise the experience to words and get it from head to hands. In…  Continue Reading →

This morning we woke to rain and then watched snow waft from the heavens in big full fluffy flakes.  It was the occasion for laundering bed linens and reading the New York Times (paper version) and considering going to Trinity Presbyterian Church in Prescott (until seeing it was a Requiem and we were in too…  Continue Reading →

I set high aspirations each weekend to update this blog.  I find that weekends take on a life of their own, rather like novelists report about their characters.  The writer may introduce the character and imagine their inception, but at some point the writer can only sit back and watch what happens.  So it is…  Continue Reading →

Recently my teacher for Swedish massage read a poem in class that presented a distinction between learning that comes ‘from without’ and learning that comes ‘from within’. The learning from without was described as purposeful for climbing ladders and making marks on tablets and climbing above others. Wisdom and memory represented the learning that comes…  Continue Reading →

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 →