The Boys in the Band

The seventy-one-year-old self is stepping aside during this portion of the blog posts while my nineteen-year-old Younger Self comes forward to share her long-secret/hidden story … She surfaced last year during my recovery from a traumatic injury. The last several posts have circled around to meet her in 1968, a tumultuous year for our country […]

The Root of the Matter

I’m mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. The last several posts have curved beyond the experience of last year circling around to meet another time and place. Shortly after the injury, facing a long recovery period, I became aware that my inner nineteen-year-old had an experience that she wanted to share. I […]

Bad. Wrong. A Burden.

I’m currently mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. I now share this experience, through the eyes of my nineteen-year-old. Why? Because she has been communicating with me and needs to hear her own voice. She has a report to give. She is not a victim and has never felt a need to […]

The Zig and the Zag

I’m mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. I address my fear as well as the creative opportunities that made themselves known as healing unfolds. I didn’t know the levels and layers that my 70-year-self would need to attend to. I share this healing experience with the intention to ‘mind-map’ a creative recovery […]

Pay Attention Please

Creek bed at Blue Bird Gulch Tree Farm, Drozda Welcome to my first blog post in a year! After a sudden injury on December 6, 2018, I required all of my attention to focus on and devote my time to healing. It was early on that Thursday morning, which happened to be the 96th anniversary […]