I haven’t written here in four years and I wouldn’t be writing here now, but for the fact of having paid off my credit cards (winning) and closing one (awesome) which lead to me not keeping current with my old rock climber girl dot com domain
In the last few years I’ve had a new yearning to travel alone. Specifically, I’ve been daydreaming (for years) about taking a yoga / meditation / writing retreat up at Doe Bay Resort on Orcas Island. Every time they host a retreat or a conference that would be
From the Way Back: This is what I like best.
The breeze moves differently through the trees here… slower. The dry leaves rustle against each other in a way I only hear in Texas. A cicada sings, even here in this residential neighborhood. The slow, gentle breeze picks up the small, fallen leaves… skidding them across the asphalt in little
I’m in the OC today, where even the airport looks a little too new and shiny to be real… the schedule was a little too close for a wandery approach to lunch, and the hotel restaurant is too expensive even if my company feeds me. I popped
I am not broken, or incomplete, for savoring being alone. Most of my days are spent talking to people… some people I know, many I haven’t met before. By the end of the day, or the end of a few days, when I go home (or to