The Lake Isle of Innisfree W. B. Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for…
I have a couple upcoming interviews, which I’m excited about as the authors are pretty well-known–but I’ll hold off on saying who until I know for sure these folks have time to finish the questions I sent. Both authors have had a profound influence on my own wannabe writing style. I blogged recently about incorporating…
Easter weekend in Canada means a four-day weekend, so on Friday I ran over four miles and then today did a great hike that I can only attribute to my husband. I was nursing my stupid arm this morning, and he asked, “Hey, you wanna go for a hike?” We walked about two miles to…
Wouldn’t you know it that on Saturday, I fell on a trail run and the brunt of my weight ricocheted to my bad shoulder, which I’d just had physio on the night before. It’s funny how when things like that happen you are paralyzed with pain while the nerve receptors in the body do their…
On my 45-minute run on Saturday I ran around Como Lake, and it was raining very hard! I noticed that there is a new local resident: a young great blue heron. This little guy kept me company, somewhat, along with the ducks, for the lake trail is small (1k around). I ran around it 6x…
We recently saw Alejandro González Iñiárritu’s The Revenant. I knew the director wanted to portray the western frontier as it was then, and that environmental concern was one of his reasons for doing so. The story is based upon a real story of a fur trapper named Hugo Glass who was nearly killed by…
Sunday was day six of the 10K training (repeat of the program), which was a straight 35-minute run. I went to Mundy Park, which is just up the hill from where I live. It was a cool but partially sunny day. The rainforest floor was still quite damp from the rain we’ve gotten lately. I…
Today we went out to spend a gift card from my husband’s dad, and we ended up buying a propane campstove. Later we went out with a couple good friends of ours and talked about some weekend camping trips as soon as it gets just a little warmer. Because of dryer, hotter summers these days…
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…
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….
