Carefully hold the dandelion. Close your eyes and make a wish. Then, gently blow on the dandelion to set all of the spores free.
May all of your wishes come true.
Firefly in the Forest
Today, theMan and I went hiking in the North Bay. In part, the trip was in preparation for an upcoming backpacking trip. Mostly, however, the outing was a much needed get away from the craziness of our normal routines. I love to be outdoors — moving, exploring, and playing.
When I’m out and about, a metamorphosis occurs. I light up from within — as if bioluminescence is taking place. I am energized. I take flight like a firefly in the forest.
alpha face-off
Lil Yelp is back in town — visiting us for the summer. He is bigger than life and filled twice the energy.
He arrived with a bang; dropped off by a young woman and her little girl who seemed overwhelmed and a little too eager to get rid of him. The conversation went something like this:
“Um. It might be easier if I let him out of the crate and then lift if off. Are you ready for him?”
“Oh, sure.”
“O-kay…”
[out jumps a wriggly wild thing moving around at warp speed like a tasmanian devil]
“Oh dear. [To dog: “SIT”]
“Good luck with THAT!”
“What? She (BoBo’s girlfriend) said he sits, stays, comes, and is potty trained.”
“Yeah. I’ve yet to see ANY of that.”
I had no choice in the matter. I had to accept him AND I had to let him in my house. [Read more…]
Sweat Art
In my previous life, I got a little grossed out by icky-drippy sweat. Fortunately, I suppose, the me of those yesteryears didn’t do a whole lot of sweating. These days, however, I’ve made sweating a new form of art.
I start by rolling out my mat like a canvas. Next, I close my eyes and set an intention. Then, I let the magic happen. As I flow from pose to pose, my creative juices begin to ooze from my every pore until it has build up to a slippery mess. With the hard work behind me, I put the finishing touches on my work. Searching for the parts on my canvas that have remained unaltered for those final poses until the moment where I can finally lie back and bask in the satisfaction of a job-well-done.
Finally, I sit back up, rejoice in song, and rise to examine my creation…
my sweat art
Peets & my peeps
Each weekday morning, I stop into the local Peets Coffee & Tea for my daily latte and my fill of chit-chat with my peeps. The same folks that arrive, more or less, at the same time as me. Some are always friendly, others not. They are the most like to drop the door in your face and, in all likelihood, have been spinning 85% of their brainpower on work for greater than an hour’s time.
Then there are the rest. Toddler toting mommas, retirees, and folks such as me who just need a little morning chatter to get the work day off to a good start. They gather in front of the store, greeting the coffee connoisseurs on their way in, wishing them a good day on the way out.
Old man Joe, for some unknown reason, is one of my favorites. He’s just one of those real live people who says it like it is. I like that.
And I also like that he calls me “kiddo.”