Not a hair was out of place. Her skin was flawless. On her face was just the right amount of makeup to accentuate her already impeccable visage. Her suit, her shoes – she was everything I pictured a corporate America consultant to be. Next to her, I looked like the newbie I was. But she…
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Seek and Ye Shall Find
“Do you have a hat yet?” she asked. “No, but that’s on my list of things I want to bring.” “I have one if you want to borrow it – a hat just for hiking. And the best thing about it?” She cupped her hands like she was holding a balloon, then brought them closer…
Back on Track!
The backpack I’ll use when I walk the Camino was bought at an outdoor gear tent sale. It’s a used pack – clearly indicated by the words “Rental EMS” written across one of the pockets. I was thinking it’d be nice to have something to cover those words. Today, I found one thing that will…
Off Track
I was plugging along…writing three pages when I woke up, meditating, then taking off for a walk. Then I started pushing off my walk til the afternoon. Then, I got sick. I had barely enough energy to walk downstairs, let alone walk four or five or six miles each day. I was on a role…
When The Time Is Right…
About this time last year, my then-two-year-old niece was the recipient of what I consider one of my best crocheted pieces yet: an adorable Seashells and Posies dress. I started and then re-started this dress at least three times before I finally got it right, but it was worth it. It’s the cutest thing ever,…
Three Pillows
I nestled myself into bed, head sinking into the pillow. I turned onto my side, reached for a second pillow, and stuffed it between my knees. Then, I grabbed a third pillow to wrap my arms around. Perfectly comfortable, I closed my eyes and a little old lady’s voice came into my head. “Travel when…
Kiawah -> Asheville
My mouth hung open as I looked around. I hadn’t seen this much hand-made furniture in quite some time. The best part? I could touch it all. I ran my hands over the sanded wood, walked my fingers over the tiles, sat on the chairs. That’s because I was in the Grovewood Gallery–not a museum,…
Making Good Stories
“Is this crazy?” Stacey asked. “Not at all,” I said. “Besides, it’ll make a good story.” “And you gotta live in order to have stories to write,” Stacey said. So she called the number. The woman on the other end – an actress in one of Stacey’s favorite childhood movies – said of course she…
Asheville–> Kiawah Island
There is an advantage to leaving Asheville at 7:30AM: Arrival at the gates to Kiawah Island at 12:30 pm. Gates? Yes, gates. It’s not a gated community – it’s a gated island from what I can tell. Not the kind of place I’d want to live (I’m not into planned communities), but a glorious place to…
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