Saturday, November 10, 2007

Madly Dancing in My Chair



Originally published October 15, 2007

This past weekend I spent a whirlwind evening with friends Bonnie, MEM and Peachie in Columbus, OH at The Palace Theatre to hear Celtic artist Loreena McKennitt perform. I've heard many artists and loved all the music they performed, but I have to say this is one of the highlights!

I've long been a fan of Ms. McKennitt's work. I love the ethereal sound of her voice and the exotic instrumentation she uses, but I was completely unprepared for the deep earthiness of the live sound she and her band have in person... the cello grounds the airiness of Ms. McKennitt's voice... the virtuosity of the fiddle player's high-flying cadenzas leave the audience breathless... the unusual sounds of the hurdy-gurdy, oud and lyra kept the pieces moving with their sonorous continuo... and the rhythmic beat of the hand percussion and drum kit were both a measured sound and a physical sensation. And above all, the intimate rapport all the musicians had while playing was a joy to watch - they genuinely LOVE playing together! There was no jaded expressions from this talented group!

What I also love about Ms. McKennitt's work is the care she takes in researching the music, sounds and cultures that inspire her pieces. This is a woman who loves to travel and delve deeply into her source material. We should be so lucky that all artists take this amount of time and painstaking attention to detail - and I feel lucky to have had the opportunity to experience in Saturday night!

Wanderlust



Originally published September 10, 2007

"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before leading wherever I choose."
--Walt Whitman. Open lines, "Song of the Open Road," 1856, Leaves of Grass, 1855-1892.



I recently returned from a wonderful weekend away with friends (Hi, Nay & Riya!) and it got me to thinking about traveling and what makes it so appealing to some and a trial for others.

For me, I love it. I would love it even more if I had unlimited funds, but honestly that's really the only thing I don't like about traveling - the expense. Paris, and especially London, last spring were particularly crippling when it came to the budget. It was lucky that Cassey and I had our lodging free everywhere we went!

But going to new places, meeting new people and experiencing new cultures is what drives me to trek to as many places as I find intriguing. I only wish I could do some time-travel too, for the cultures have evolved so much in the last 2000+ years. There are certainly places that I wouldn't go now (mostly due to safety concerns) that I'd love to explore - Egypt during the height of Victorian archaeological discoveries... Ireland when kings still sat on the throne of Tara... Paris during the time of Louis XIV... Constantinople and Byzantium... the cultures of the Inca and the Mayans...

Well, enough day-dreaming! So I sat at lunch today and wrote down all the places I had traveled (or at least the highlights). I was surprised at how much I've actually traveled --

In the US:
Michigan
Indiana (of course!)
Illinois
Wisconsin
Minnesota (layover)
Oregon
California
Arizona (layover)
Kansas
Missouri
Kentucky
Tennessee
Georgia
Florida
South Carolina
North Carolina
Washington, DC (layover)
Pennsylvania
New York
Delaware (drive through state)
Rhode Island (drive through state)
Connecticut
Massachusetts
West Virginia (drive through state)
Ohio

Outside the US:
Canada
England
Belgium (layover)
France
Ireland

I feel blessed to have the experiences! But coming home is always the most wonderful leg of the journey, and in a way I understand why there are people who would prefer not to wander far from their doorstep. Home is safe and secure and one's own bed and pillow are the best comfort of all.

I'm waiting for the day when transporter travel is a reality so I can visit a new place in the morning and be home by bedtime!


Two more quotes about traveling - both from JRR Tolkien...

"Not all who wander are lost."


"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

Disappointment in Love - Review



Originally published August 12, 2007

Last night I went to see the movie "Becoming Jane," which was the story (somewhat fictionalized or perhaps more imagined) of the author Jane Austen and her possible brief love affair with Tom Lefroy who became Ireland's Chief Justice of the Court of Queen's Bench.


Being an avid Austenite I was naturally eager to see the film and went out of my way to make sure I did, as it is only currently playing in three theatres here (I'm hoping for a more wide-spread release as word of mouth grows!). What I experienced was so much more than I expected.


First, the film. There was a nice mix of well-known, up-and-coming actors as well as British gems in the cast. Anne Hathaway of "Princess Diaries" and "Prada" fame played Jane. I had no doubts of her doing an exquisitely fine job as my heroine-authoress, as I thought her portrayal as one of the betrayed wives in "Brokeback Mountain" extraordinary and under-rated. Her more famously-noted juvenile film roles belie her more complex talents as an actress. And yet, it's her spunky you-go-girl roles that perhaps inform Jane's independence and graciousness to her younger readers (more on this later). Ms. Hathaway is lovely and while perhaps attention to detail by the director with regards to period posture and manners might be a bit lacking, it was not so much to take me out of the film for looking modern. I think corsets have a lot to do with it! I also thought her diction and accent comparable to the other British actors - perhaps even more natural-sounding that Gwyneth Paltrow's very proper English in "Emma" a few years back (which I also loved!).


Her Tom was played by Scottish actor James McAvoy, of whom I was aware having seen him in "The Chronicals of Narnia" as Mr. Tumnus. He of late is better known as having the supporting role to Forest Whitaker in the award-winning "The Last King of Scotland." He is handsome, young and boyishly dashing with azure eyes to rival another favorite actor of mine, Elijah Wood (perhaps he can play the young Bilbo Baggins if "The Hobbit" ever gets into production!!). He played Tom with equal amounts profligate wastrel, noble & dutiful son and romantic hero! He definitely won me over!


Some other familiar faces on the screen belonged to a masterly contigent of elders - namely Dame Maggie Smith, James Cromwell and Dame Julie Walters. What is there more to say about this trio of acting brilliance?


No one plays the hauteur of the British nobility with more prim but affectionate verve than Dame Maggie. While the movie leads you to believe that her Lady Gresham is the precursor to Lady Catherine de Bourgh from "P&P," I still find it difficult to completely dislike her as one is meant to with that other august personage. She makes much of an wonderful extended-cameo - and she rocks the green velvet gown and massive family jewels like no one's business!


James Cromwell, better known as Farmer Hoggett from "Babe" plays Jane's father Reverend Austen - and while the reverend is a pious man, he's no saint when it comes to matters of the bedroom as illustrated by the very first scene! When Mrs. Austen teases that she's known him for thirty years as they lie in bed and has yet to know perfection, he busily begins to change her mind! Her pleased murmur of, "... but it's a Sunday!" nearly had me on the floor within two minutes of the movie... (No worries, it's practically PG!)


Everyone by now will recognize Dame Julie Walters as Molly Weasley in the "Harry Potter" films. Here too she plays a mother with a gaggle of older children she is trying to tame, but with far less shrillness and with equal compassion, despite her frustrated outbursts against poverty due to following her affections rather than financial familial duty and having to dig her own potatoes! There is probably a case for comparing her to Mrs. Bennet from "P&P," but Mrs. Austen is no silly woman. She does worry for her children's future, but not at the expense of her own self-centered aims.


The rest of the cast is largely unknown to American audiences, but in looking at their filmographies they are mostly busy actors in Britain. Several I noticed were in another favorite film of mine, "Gosford Park," so now I will need to pull that out and look for them! All well-done portrayals and no false notes in my opinion.


Costuming and sets were well-done - the sets in particular seemed to me to give a real sense of time period and place. Ireland stood in for Hampshire in the film - and when I finally can afford to go back I will certainly seek out the area where they filmed! I also noted with pleasure that the costuming didn't look as if each piece had just been made. They were garments worn by the individuals not costumes put on just at the moment of filming - Jane's nightdress had cuffs that were worn and frayed, for instance - as well as both she and her sister Cassandra wore their clothes more than once. No new costume for each scene!


As I mentioned before the script itself is an imagining or an embellished stretching of circumstances in this pair's life. Nothing is known for sure about their relationship other than they had met and seeminly enjoyed a flirtation at the very least. I would like to think that Jane did have an opportunity to feel real romantic love and this story left me breathless and believing it could have been true!


Now we are getting into the realm of spoilers here - if you do not know anything about Jane Austen's life and want to be surprised by the ending of the movie, you might want to stop reading right about now... You've been warned!!!


It didn't hit me all at once, but in talking with my friend over dinner about it and then driving home and then lying in bed... and even daydreaming during mass (yes, I admit it!), I had several emotions assail me with regards to some of the underlying truths about Jane's life.


My regards for Jane Austen go beyond her talent as a writer. I've often felt akin to her when I've read about her life, especially as I've gotten older. I wouldn't presume to put my own writing in her class... yet. I pray that someday I might have a modicum amount of success, but it goes beyond the quality of her or my talent - or perhaps I should say despite it. We are both authoresses (is it wrong that I still like that term?) who are well-loved within their family unit. In reading some of Jane's letters to her sister Cassandra or her brothers or their children, it is obvious the affection she holds for them, and they for her. I believe, I hope, I hold the same fond spot in the hearts of my sisters, parents, niece, nephews and family and friends. And it may be even that that love is all the more tender as neither Jane nor myself (at least yet) have found that lover and helpmate that the rest all have. We are alone with no one to share the burdens of finances, joys and disappointments in life. Yes, we do lean on our families in times of need and are heartily grateful for their love and support and would not spurn it for anything. Yet, those intimate moments that only two people in love can share were never Jane's - and have yet to be mine.


And as this movie so heart-breakingly illustrates Jane had her disappointments in love - something that I have also felt. Our circumstances were very different, but that doesn't negate the difficult hurt that she and I have both had to endure and then overcome. I cannot speak for Jane, but as to my own disappointments they did not leave me scarred or bitter. I have learned from them and taken away good lessons and genuine affection despite the realization that the man I loved was not meant to be mine, nor I his. But I do feel for Jane. And I understand what it is like to be a certain age with few to no marriage prospects (as she might have said). I still have hope that my current state of singledom is not permanent, but I know that at some point Jane must have if not exactly despaired of it, at least came to the practical conclusion that her fortunes lay with her family. It was fortunate indeed that they loved her and could provide for her. The money she received for her writings could not have earned her a living as they would today.


But the scene that touched me the very most was at the end. And it wasn't even the look of acknowledgement and resignation between Jane and Tom for what they had meant to each other. It was a small moment... Tom's daughter enthusiastically pleads with Jane to read for everyone at the assembly they've met at by mistake. Tom sternly admonishes the girl with, "Jane!" and they all take a moment to realize that she is named after his first love. Jane's brother has explained to her (as he had moments earlier to another young admirer) that Jane doesn't want the notariety that reading in public would bring her, but when the girl looks crestfallen, Jane holds out a hand to her and says (paraphrasing), "But I will for my new friend here. Why do you not come sit by me..." and leads her to a sofa in the salon. The moment really touched my heart and underscored to me just what it is that I want to be able to do and to be for other young readers like Jane Lefroy. Not the acclaim nor the hero-worship, but the ability to give generously of my talent and wisdom to young people, to help them weather the storms of becoming an adult, but more importantly of becoming a gracious and intelligent adult.


So that is my wish. I have written it and now I have something to which to aspire! All thanks to Jane Austen...

Not all who wander are lost...



Originally published June 4, 2007

Today I picked up my "pack" - my spiritual pack, I suppose - and struck out on a new path. Not so new that it is completely unfamiliar, but a parallel track that has not yet been beaten down by so many feet before me.

I needed a change, a change in myself and I really felt that strongly today. The road I've been on has been one of physical recovery and then complacency. But over the weekend I realized that my body is responding to me once again and it is time I really press forward and see how far I can go.

The Relay was part of that realization. Last year I stayed all through the night and I enjoyed the time I had with family and friends and my Shieldsisters, but I wasn't fully present physically. This year I felt it - I felt energy back in my legs and my body. I could walk as long as I wanted as long as I had something to motivate me to get on the track.

Today I knew I had to get back to the gym. I have to get my body and my mind into a physical routine that will sustain me healthfully for my next 40+ years. So I went to the gym. I gratefully walked across campus to deliver paperwork to several offices. I walked OFF campus to a nearby church to look for and walk their Chartres style labyrinth.

I have been facinated by labyriths for several years now, but only just got to walk one for the first time at Moot in April - and it was transforming. I now want to find others and walk as many of them as I can.

The walk today was an easy one and not too much farther than if I just needed to go to the Student Union. Rain was threatening, but it has been for the past week, I decided to risk it. I was certain that if I didn't go looking for it today I might never find it. The rain held during the ten or so minutes it took me to get to the church's campus. It took me a few extra minutes to find the labyrith. The church was still, no one seemed around (though I rather felt that someone was watching me nonetheless - not in a threatening way - a very benevolent spirit, but not a spirit that I am accostomed to... this was not my church).

I actually saw the labyrinth and wondered if that could be it when I passed by it, but it just looked like a gravel lot from the sidewalk. However, on my way back from the end of the property I decided to investigate it and indeed that was where the labyrinth was.

At first it was difficult to pick out the pavers that formed the Chartres pattern... gravel spread over it, not contained by the terra cotta bricks. Weeds and debris also littered the path and I wondered at the lack of upkeep, as the rest of the grounds looked in good order. I do not know if this is true, but perhaps they let the labyrinth take on these messy obstacles, knowing that life is not at all tidy and we are bound to find weeds or debris on the Road? I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt anyway...

So I begin my labyrinth journey, starting at the "door" with a centering prayer. It takes me a moment to feel ready to start, and even then I am still a bit unsettled. I try to listen to the nature around me, to block out all the thoughts crowding my consciousness - the wind picking up, the plane overhead, the lack of birdsong... then the first drops start to fall. I try to ignore them, hoping that the rain will quickly pass as it has all week.

At first it seemed like it would and I continue on the labyrinth's twisting turns, but soon the drops are heavier. I stop on the path beneath the huge tree growing next to it thinking that it would shelter me from the worst of the rain - and it does at first. The rain seems to let up and I try again, but soon the rain begins to fall harder and faster. I make my way on the path back under the tree, but as I stand there the rain starts pelting me beneath the leaves.

What now? Do I go and finish the labyrinth? Or do I try to stand under the tree until the rain lets up? Perhaps you're wondering why I just didn't run for real cover in a building?

Because it felt like cheating to me. So I stood there in the rain for a long moment, just letting it fall, being okay with getting wet - rather letting it cleanse me in a rather symbolic way, a baptism of sorts. A new start after dealing with illness and recovery these past three years.

So now I've started a new chapter, a new journey, and I must see it through... no falling back onto the old well-worn path. From now on I must look forward and make my own trail. Live my life in the most authentic and present way I can. I've been given a gift of a second chance in so many ways. It would be a shame to fall into the old ways.

Oh, and did I mention that as soon I left the labyrinth, pausing for a short prayer of gratitude, that the rain stopped completely? A baptism indeed.

The Relay is Near at Hand!



Originally published May 14, 2007

Dearest Family and Friends!I just wanted to send you a quick reminder that Team Peregrine's Posse will be participating for its second year in the Wayne Township Relay for Life on June 1 - 2. We had a great time last year and have hopes of bettering our donations this year!And naturally I'm here to tell you how you can help... Short and sweet - there are several ways you can donate:

1. Purchase a luminaria bag In Memory Of or In Honor Of a loved one who has died from or who has survived cancer (in any of its forms). The bag is $10. The team will decorate it with your loved one's name on it and any other pertinent info you want us to include. These bags are then filled with sand & a tea light and placed around the Relay track - at dusk all the bags are lit and the names are read aloud. It's quite beautiful! Just email me if you'd like to purchase a luminaria.

2. You can make a donation directly to my Relay website: http://www.acsevents.org/relay /in/waynetownship/aibrean

3. Come walk with us and be part of Team Peregrine's Posse! We have to have at least one team member on the track during the 24 hours of the relay, so the more the merrier!

4. Stop by the Relay and visit our tent! We'll have afforadable items for sale - as will all the tents. This is a community event - it's for everyone to enjoy! And if you don't live in Indy, I encourage you to check out the Relay in your neighborhood!Thanks for all the support you've given me in the past - it really means more than I can tell you!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!




Originally published May 13, 2007

"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new." **Rajneesh**


Just wanted to pause and thank my mother Sandra, my sisters Tamara and Ann Marie and all the women in my life who are nurturers and comforters for their selfless love for their children and loved ones. You are inspiration! You are heroines!


I will never be called to the same sacrifices as you all fully, but you still are my role models and though you may never realize it I take away much more from your example than just the selfish fulfillment of my own needs. I HOPE one day to pass on your legacy in my own fashion...


Love and Hugs to all!



UPDATE!!!!

We got a call from Tami this evening - she and Alan announced they are expecting a second child at Thanksgiving! This is a un-looked for thrill!!!

A Light in the Dark Places of the World



Originally published April 28, 2007

Life is not a 'brief candle.' It is a splendid torch that must be made to burn as brightly as possible before it is handed on to the next generation.
- George Bernard Shaw, Irish critic and playwright




I really like this quote a lot! It seems appropriate to the Shieldmaidens and it is appropriate to my own personal philosophy. This thought has been returning to me a lot as of late... my university motto (Wittenberg, where I went to school) is also: "Having Light We Pass It On To Others"

I never paid much attention to the motto while I was going to school, but each day for me is spent accepting the Light and doing what I can to reflect it outward for others to take in and use themselves - and in doing so passing it on to others as well.

For me that Light is Christ-centered, but I HOPE that it shines out to those who recognize that Light in their own traditions and use it in a similar way.

I don't think it is a coincidence that this theme continues to beckon me. The World needs as much Light as we can share... there are certainly many Dark places in the World that could use it right about now...

Cancer Never Sleeps...




Originally published March 13, 2007

I sent this letter around to my non-Shieldmaiden friends and family and I thought this might be the best way to get the word out to my on-line friends. Please consider donating to the Relay for Life!


Hello dear Friends and Family!

Just over twenty years ago Dr. Gordy Klatt, a colorectal surgeon, spent 24 hours circling a track in Tacoma, Washington to raise money for cancer research. He raised $27,000. Thus began the Relay for Life...


June 1-2 is the Wayne Township Relay for Life - this will be Team Peregrine's Posse's second year participating and we can really use your help!


First... we could use new team members to walk with us. The Relay is a bit different from the usual 5ks, like the Komen Walk (which is a wonderful, worthy cause too!). Instead of having to walk a specific distance, the Relay spans 24 hours (symbolizing that cancer never sleeps) - team members walk as long or as little as they want. The team just needs to have one member on the track at a time. If you think you might be interested in joining Peregrine's Posse, drop me a line or sign up online at: http://www.acsevents.org/relay/in/waynetownship/peregrinesposse


Second, (and probably most important) we can use your financial help. I think we've all known someone with cancer (heck, you all know me!) - speaking from experience I'd rather not have anyone else I know have to go through it. Cancer research has come so far over the past twenty years. I would say that's money well-spent! So, to donate and keep the research going, check out my Relay page at: http://www.acsevents.org/relay/in/waynetownship/aibrean


Third, the Relay is a community event. If you're in town, please visit us sometime during the Relay. There will be lots of tents to investigate with food and fun items for sale - it's a fun carnival-like atmosphere. You'll have a great time! (And if you don't live in the area, I encourage you to check out your local Relay!!)


Fourth, money and time are tight, I know. If it doesn't work out that you can walk or donate, please keep me and Team Peregrine's Posse in your thoughts and prayers for a successful Relay!


*Picture credit goes to Kally from Moot 3

HOPEful Romantic

Originally published February 14, 2007

Yep, that's me. The ever-HOPE-ful romantic. Even after all these years of making my way alone in this world with out my soul mate, scouring each nook and cranny with a lighted beacon bright enough to light the world, I haven't given up. I KNOW he's out there somewhere!

And, of course, I'm never really alone. I do have loved ones around me, near and far. And I lean on them when needed, as I HOPE each of them knows I'm here to support them.

But that one, perfect mate has eluded me so far. When I was younger I chased harder, perhaps too hard, and he remained hidden. Lately other concerns have kept me from even looking, so perhaps he is waiting somewhere, impatient now for me?

Or perhaps we are both wandering aimlessly, lost in the mire of obligations and obstacles. I long to let my soul fly in search, like my Peregrine. But I am not there yet... soon... soon!

Hope does indeed spring eternal!

Happy Valentine's Day to all my loved ones -- and to my Heart's match, wherever he may be!

A Dream Come True at Last!

Originally published January 27, 2007

Well, I think just about everyone has heard the news, but I feel like I should put something down here for posterity!

Thanks to the auspices of my friend and writing buddy Novedhelion (or "Nove" as we like to call her), I submitted my manuscript "Alas, Wherefore a Kingdom" to an epublisher called Mardi Gras. Subsequently they have read and accepted it and I was offered a publishing contract! So hopefully by autumn it will be available in ebook (or PDF) format -- and by next spring a hold-in-your-hands book!

I'm beyond thrilled (add in a little anxious and scared too!)!! Thanks to all my friends and family who have been encouraging and supportive to get me to this stage. I know I'm going to continue to need it as I go through the editing portion!

Winter Blahs

Originally posted January 17, 2007

Do they say that January is the cruelest month? If not they should...
I swear I feel as blue as the background on this page!

I had a really tough realization this morning in the bathroom... no matter how good, how generous, how considerate, how smart I am, I'm still going to make mistakes that are heart-wrenching. That I'm still going to disappoint the people I love, even though it's the last thing on earth I want or mean to do...

How on earth does that happen? Why do we make the same mistakes over and over again? Why is it so difficult to learn a lesson the first time? Or second? Or third?

It's a hard thing to acknowledge. One hopes to get wiser as one ages. Sometimes I feel like I'm more confused than ever!

February and hearts and flowers and love can't come to soon!

Unexpected Angels




Originally posted December 24, 2006

There are angels out there... I know it. And they pop up in the most unexpected ways and unlikeliest of places. I have one with me right now. She's lying on her favorite pillow in my office, watching my every move... waiting to see where I go or what I do next and if she can come along.

My angel is my canine companion, Nildë, and today is her third birthday. She didn't come to me personally on Christmas Eve, but she came into the world as a gift, a gift I have been grateful to have received.

Naturally, she changed my life and she is far from the perfect, obedient dog. But she keeps me company each and every day. She makes me laugh. She makes me responsible. She teaches me patience and generosity. She gives me affection and unconditional love. And while she doesn't have a degree in medicine, she gives the best TLC and has a bedside manner any doctor should wish he had!

Happy birthday to my Nildë! Mummy loves her pup very much! You are my guardian angel...

Skating on Thin Ice




Originally posted December 6, 2006

I posted this short anecdote on a couple of the boards I go to regularly, but I wanted to post it here too, so that if I needed a chuckle I could come here and read it!

There is a retention pond next to the building I live in and with the cold temps we've been having this week, it has iced over. Not solidly, but enough that it can hold the weight of the ducks and geese that live and stop there. As I took Nildë out for her morning constitutional I watched the Candadian geese slip-sliding their way across the pond! It was quite amusing... I was waiting for one to wipe out or go through the ice and take out a bunch of the other geese with him, but despite having to walk gingerly not one did. It was somewhat comforting to know that even the animal kingdom has to deal with the uncertainty of walking on thin ice just like us! LOL!

I'm going to try to take my camera with me tomorrow to see if I can catch them slip-slidin' away on the ice again!

And speaking of the water fowl visiting my next of the woods...er... suburb... the picture above is of a young blue heron (I think) that stopped off on his/her way south. I hope to see it back in the Spring!

Turning the Next Corner

Originally published December 5, 2006

Well, as I mentioned in an earlier blog Winter would be around the next corner and here it is! A week ago we had balmy 60°F weather and these past few days have gone from blustery to gale-force to frigid. The great snow storm that hit much of the Midwest missed us entirely, thank goodness! Snow flurries are one thing, but I don't think many of us were ready to be knee-deep in the cold white stuff so soon in the month. (And honestly, if it only snowed for a few hours on Christmas eve and day then disappeared, I'd be very happy!)

And now Christmas and the other winter holidays are upon us! I've gotten some of my shopping done, by nature of the fact that the family is doing a lot of "group" gifts, but I took a look at my list last night -- boy, Santa and I still have our work cut out for us! But I'll get it done. I always do.

Party invitations are starting to come in with the Christmas cards, but I think I'll stick mostly with the family gatherings this year -- the last thing I need is to slip on a sheet of ice in unfamiliar territory like I did last year! Another broken bone is not something to look forward to...

So... no great ponderings here. Just a check in with my thoughts for the season at hand. Hope everyone is having fun in the anticipation of the season!!

Nature's Coloring Book

Originally published November 3, 2006

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
John Muir (1838 - 1914)




I have more to say about John Muir and autumn, but it's too late to expound. I'll try to come back tomorrow and add something!



Friday, November 3


So, anyway... back to John Muir! I don't really have anything profound to say about the preservationist. I really don't even know that much about him. (I just found out, for instance, that he spent time in Indianapolis!) However, I sort of have soft spot for him apart even from all the amazing work he did with Yosemite and the Sierra Club. You see, one of my father's uncles was good friends with Muir, and even though I never had a chance to know my great-uncle it feels like his friendship with Muir transcends the years and becomes a family connection. So in effect John Muir is a member of my family and I'm proud that my ancestors were part of his history, however minimally. And whenever I hear his name, as I did just last week when I got news of a friend walking the John Muir Trail, I get a warm fuzzy feeling.


Autumn's peak has passed here in the Midwest. It's always a welcome sight, all those beautiful russet colors and picture postcard blue skies -- the crisp air and the plentiful harvest foods, apples and cider, pumpkins and pies spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves. And yet... winter is around the corner. I wish I could be as excited for snow and mittens and hot chocolate! In the meantime I'll enjoy shuffling through the crunchy leaves and breathing the woodfire-scented air coming from the neighborhood's chimneys.


Christmas is only 52 days away!

I'm Still Here

Originally published September 26, 2006

I haven't posted in ages, it seems... but my focus has been elsewhere -- mostly on trying to become an "athlete," as my nutritionist calls it. She has very high expectations on my fitness!! But I see her point of view, and I'm really trying to make fitness part of my every day thought -- not an afterthought or worse, something I-don't-get-around-to-doing-and-make-myself-feel-guilty-about-thought!

So, I joined the brand, spankin' new Health Center at the University and have made an effort to go every morning that I go in to work. It's tough to get up and get moving in the morning, but so far I haven't once blown it off... I'm hoping after a month now it's become habit!

I'm also trying to focus on getting some writing done, which is easier said than done. But I've got a few places to check out that want the type of fiction I write -- but I also need something polished an ready to go. My novel on Maid Marian is coming along well, but it's still got a ways to go -- I really need to work hard on it to get it finished sooner rather than later!

So that's all from my world. Just trying to keep my head above water as usual!