We’re almost a week into November already—wow. The passage of time is always a bit blurred in my mind when I find myself wearing shorts on November 6, for example. Or laying on green grass under the warm sun in February, as I was this year.

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Hello, October.

Much is different from when I last wrote: I’m on the road in Elereen (my Honda Element), writing today from a library in Colorado. Over the weekend I attended The Land Institute’s Prairie Festival in Kansas. I’ll write more about that org and experience at some point, but in the meantime, click the link to learn more.

That’s my largest external change. Internally, there aren’t words to describe what’s been going on. Grief is doing its unpredictable thing, among everything else. It’s been an intense week, emotionally difficult. And today I’ve just arrived back in Colorado, on the roads I drove last summer. It feels surreal. I sat by a beautiful stream surrounded by fall foliage as I ate an avocado and tomatoes for lunch, reveling in that amazing smell of this landscape, so grateful to be in this place, and tears—familiar now—began to fall. I suppose this is my “new normal,” but it still feels foreign, not like me. I miss feeling like me. Hah, remember when I said there weren’t words to describe what’s been going on? This little paragraph is grossly (grossly!) incomplete, so I’m going to leave it there and turn to look back at my focuses from September. Read more

Hello, September.

A breath for here and now.

Today I’m looking back at my August intentions, and where my attention ended up being. Read more