Friday Night Date Night
January 26, 2015
Friday night date night — a thirty dollar down home Italian dinner with a shared cheap glass of white wine in a small western cow town. We reveled in how good it was to be out in the big city. The vital side booths were filled and we took our table for two in the middle while waitresses and food and guests swirled around, glittering in the late Christmas tinsel and lights.
Friday night date night, holding hands while we walked with the gritty swoosh of unrefined highway traffic and semis swooping by, swooning and laughing that Walmart was our excitement for the night.
Friday night date night, pausing at Walmart’s doors where the cosmic mystery … Continue reading »
January 8, 2015
I left the trundling bundles of Western Slope SUV’s and trucks yesterday, to join the steady slipstream of BMW’s and Audis license-plated “MR2SEXY” breezing through the precious canyon between Nederland and Boulder. Spirit guided me to avoid the I70 and I25 interchanges through Denver and take the back way because “they wanted me to see something.”
This vague message keyed me into awareness when I realized I was where they wanted me to see this important thing. What? And there it was. The trees, ghostly, hovering in hoar frost so thick I thought of the beards of Yukon men drizzling and tangled with frozen ice.
This was not a hoar frost laid down the night before. No, this … Continue reading »
January 5, 2015
My mother has always inhabited my travel dreams, inhibiting the places I wanted to go. She’s perpetually blocked exotic destinations and adventures as I packed my bags and attempted to board buses and trains and planes. She’s always impeded me as I tried to fold and organize clothing in suitcases, when all I wanted to do was move and grow and change. (Travel dreams can be the harbinger of deep growth and change.)
Her presence and the travel dreams have frequently reached a sizzling presence in my night space, and even my day space, when my life teeters at the edge of unknown but fortuitous change.
The reason I mention this is that my travel dreams returned in … Continue reading »
It’s About The Song
December 30, 2014
This past month, dream world wildly exfoliated the deeper layers of my past relationship soul wounds. Each dream that passed, I more easily extricated myself from what used to embroil me.
At the end of a most significant dream, a white button scrolled into view. This wasn’t any white button, but a three-dimensional button of a white porcelain half sphere encircled in a flat brass ring imprinted with illegible figures on it’s surface. In the dream, I knew I could press this white button and it would sink into it’s surface with distinct activation.
This anomaly of an unexplained white button uncomfortably intrigued me. Spirit encouraged me to press it without using my fingers.
As this … Continue reading »
Remembering The Tree
December 23, 2014
Bob and I did the unthinkable this year for Christmas. We purchased a store-bought Christmas tree.
This goes against every creed we share in how we value the outdoors, nature and not supporting the annual ritual holiday tree slaughter. I hurt when trees are cut down.
This year, something was different. Three weeks ago, Bob said, “I think we need a Christmas tree.” The hairs on the back of my neck stood up because I just couldn’t fathom cutting a tree or buying a tree for the sake of several weeks of decorated splendor in our living room.
I remembered the awful scene from last year as we returned home from snow shoeing on Grand Mesa and … Continue reading »
The Big People’s Table
December 18, 2014
My husband’s family is in the ritual of generously renting extremely nice homes for the Thanksgiving visit. This year was no exception with views of snowcapped mountains from decks and hot tubs, with entertainment center rooms and high ceilings of a multiple million dollar home with a club workout jacuzzi spa just down the road. It was really really nice. And I wondered about the disproportionate feeling I had of too much house with not enough home.
As holidays go, I am in the holiday ritual of remaining present with people I love and for whom I find few connective words. It’s what Garrison Keillor refers to as biologically bound people, who are required to love … Continue reading »
The Heart’s Altimeter Of Butterfly Magnetics
November 24, 2014
My Grandfather Newby had a compass altimeter mounted on the dashboard of his Winnebago. When we were grandkids, traveling with him and Grandmother, I’d puzzle over the weirdly notched globe bouncing in water as it tipped and turned depending upon our direction and altitude, wondering the mysteries it held. I noticed there was no correlation between the globe’s movement and the arguments about trip directions over mountain passes that he’d have with my dad while my mother and Grandmother clucked at the men like hens.
I was thinking about that odd altimeter ball as I drove over McClure Pass today, the magnitude and altitude and magnetics of those mountains stretching me and my heart … Continue reading »