I think, as humans, our own nature is creative and fun. Those of us who like to imagine and write stories often find a sense of surreal or dreamy ambiences where others may not even take a second look. Where this may then branch off to unscientific ideologies is another thing altogether, but I like…
Right now I’m dreaming of running and hiking at Cultus Lake in two weekends; we are tent-camping to celebrate our 10th anniversary, and then just over two weeks later we are gearing up for Ireland and guests (my mom will be traveling with us, and my husband’s mom will be at our place to babysit…
I’ve been so busy with running and hiking lately that by the time I sit down to blog about it, I seem to be writing nothing more than a quick account of where I went and what I saw. Trust me, though, I do carry long, languid, drifting thoughts and memories when running through the…
This is the 7th anniversary of my father’s death. I spent the day forgetting about it and remembering it. I ran a beautiful hour through Mundy Park. I explored different places, including an old logging road. I had an awesome run and remembered something my mom recently told me: my dad used to run before…
I’ve been spending nights curled up in bed, with the sounds of cold rain washing through the cedars outside, reading Neil Peart’s Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road. Though the book is over a decade old now, its relevance is timeless and Neil, the main lyricist–and of course Rush’s great drummer–is a writer to…
I recently began a re-watch of my favorite show of all times, “Lost.” My husband and I, and some of our friends, were obsessed with the show and often talked at length about what was going on. What was down in that hatch? What or who was the smoke monster? What was the history of…
Perhaps the seed was planted when my Pappaw Collins held a conch shell up to my ear when I was very young. He said, “Listen, you can hear the ocean.” Years later I would find myself leaving my life-long home of the Midwest and heading to southern California, partially on a whim but with a…
It is that time of the year to reflect and, regardless of whether one likes to partition life into time segments like years, I think it’s useful to have a time of year to do real reflection on the past and to renew hope for the future. I love this time of year. It means…
This picture (enhanced by Google) is from a trail run last week. It has been frosty overnight, and quite beautiful. There isn’t much other running news to report, but we’re thinking of going on a New Year’s Even run, right around midnight, at the end of the year. I think this would be a beautiful…
Inspired by my friend Jessica’s post on Words from the Wild about a photograph she took, I thought I would do a similar post in my running blog. Jessica is a moderator in our Google+ group, Ecology in Literature and the Arts, and I admire her vast experience and travels, which inspire her nature writing….
