Moving On

After 20 months, I am leaving Big Bend. I came for 6 months and stayed nearly two years. My time here has been absofuckinglutely AMAZING! I always knew that I would know when it was time to leave and something inside just clicked. I was done. Done with the heat, the tourists, the job. Done…

It is Time

It is time for me to move on. I feel it, I know it. I knew I would. I trusted myself to know and I know it is now.   I arrived in Big Bend National Park in October of 2020. I was hired as a seasonal, temporary employee. I chose this location because I…

Feelings

Whoa, Whoa, Whaoa feelings……  This song says it best, that is for sure. I find it ironic that they lyric is “Oh, Oh, Oh” and I wrote WHOA. I think that is the perfect segue for this post. Feelings. We all have them. We all need them. Sadly, most of us lack the awareness and…

Living a Life

It has been a while since I posted an article, story, or a series of thoughts. A while for me, anyway. Being the life long writer that I am, going a few days without putting “pen to paper” is a long time. I have been busy, time has been flying by, and my life continues…

Gifts

It has taken me a while to find what to write about during this time of year. I tried to reflect on the Holidays, and realized that I have done that twice before and my thoughts and observations have not changed. I feel the same way now as I have for years. I dislike the…

Squalls and Storms

Here I go again, up to my fucking eyeballs in life lessons, challenges and growth. I love it and I hate it. It comes in waves, like a gentle sprinkle on a warm spring day. Or, it comes in a torrent like a violent desert storm. Life lessons come in all shapes and sizes, just…

Role Reversal

I am currently in a situation that, while new to me, is not new in our culture or American society. I have been overwhelming my penpal with emails. When I have a lot of emotions and energy that has no immediate outlet, I turn to pen and paper. This is my pattern. This is what…

When I’m 64

“Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?  When I’m 64?” So asked the Beatles way back when.  I am currently 57 (not yet 64) and tonight I met  two iconic women. I am so honored to have talked with them and I can only wish to be half the women they are. …

Clothes

The clothes make the man. Beauty is on the inside.  The emperors’ new clothes.  Such are some of the euphemisms related to clothes. You know, those things we adorn to: 1) hide our body, 2) protect ourselves from the elements, 3) uniquely express our individuality or even demonstrate a common bond with others. So simple…

The 6th Dryer Ball

It has been over two years. I have traveled thousands of miles. I have carried with me five of six dryer balls. Then, out of nowhere, as I was finalizing my exit from Washington, closing this last loop of my life, the sixth dryer ball appeared. What a message that sent. In April of 2019,…