Twangy Wedding Night Music

  Twangy Wedding Night Music   I’m not really a country music fan, per se. I love most all live music and there is some country I like, (I even have some in my iTunes library) but as a rule, I’m straight up tuned into Sirius XM Coffee House. So it’s safe to say—until now—…

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A Little Bird Told Me

  A Little Bird Told Me   What a liberation to realize that the “voice in my head” is not who I am.—Eckhart Tolle    When I was a little girl and a bird pooped on my head, Grandma Josephine said it was good luck—she said this via our Italian-to-English translator, my mom, Grandma Josephine’s…

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Pushing Pamela

Pushing Pamela   The last four hills on the West Ridge Trail leading to the “Top of the World” (Laguna Beach) are the hardest. I should say, the last “middle two” of those four are the hardest. So #3 and #2 are real beasts. #4 is no biggie and #1 is also a relative peace-a-pie,…

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The Call of the Wild

The Call of the Wild   I hop on my mountain bike and my suburbia becomes my “Animal Planet’s Wild Kingdom.”   It’s my call of the wild. Queue Rainforest Café sound effects.   Today it was a pack of bobcats. I saw three bobcats, but to be fair, I only saw the tail end…

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Want Need

Want Need     It was like déjà vu reading Jeffrey Tacklind’s book, The Winding Path of Transformation on my Delta Flight to Portland last week. I was transported back to 2008 Haiti, a few months after the massive earthquake, when I read Kahil Gibran’s The Prophet. In Gibran’s passage, “Joy and Sorrow,” I was…

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It’s In the Water

  It’s In the Water   My toddler grandson, Brooks, has a unique way of giving me a kiss. His technique is hard to describe, exactly, and it can vary slightly but the constant is that my face is sopping wet afterward, covered in his sweet slobber water. It’s very intimate.   For the record,…

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Should We Have to Explain Ourselves?

Should We Have to Explain Ourselves?   I’m gonna say yes and no. For me personally, no in many contexts but in others, yes because of 1 Peter 3:15. I saw this meme this morning and was reminded of a few days ago when I was on the first section of the trail that’s paved—the…

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Me Good?

  Me Good?   I had pulled off the side of the trail and was straddling my bike looking down at my phone when a speedy mountain biker descending the hill saw me at the bottom and asked, “You good?”   I wanted to say, “I’m trying.”   Instead, I answered, “Yes, I am, thank…

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Using Our Arms

Using Our Arms   “Top of the World” is this planet-shaped, 360-degree hill in Laguna Beach and my target when I hop on my bike at the trailhead down below—it’s my happy place. I pedal my way all the way up 1,516 feet, spend a few moments there and then pedal down whence I came….

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I Read the End of the Book

I Read the End of the Book   If you read the ending of the book, The Little Love That Could, you know what a bunny tail can mean. Today: It was a foggy early a.m. and I had just arrived at the trailhead and was removing my bike from the rack on the back…

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