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Hiking up Mt. Phelps on a gorgeous day in late September.

My best friend at my side--in front, behind. Rotating the lead and pondering in silences the trail of fallen red leaves.

Mile 4 we had been warned, is s.t.e.e.p.

straight up to the summit.

we shed a layer, wrapping sleeves around waists and smile.

like a firecracker she’s up the rocks 5 feet ahead

me, stuffing a fist full of nuts “for energy” exclaiming

wait--!

let’s set an intention for this part, the tricky climb--a little extra juice sumumph ya know’ positivibrations and allthatstuff

k, like in yoga

yah sure, like in yoga

how bout...balance?

commitment?

determination? trust?

and just like that, it clicks in place.

“commitment to be and allow our best selves, no matter how hard it seems to get”

a nod and a smile we agree it’s all forward from here;

two twenty-six year old women kids set on aligning with truth

& climbing our way to the   very  very    top.

Publishing the Unpublished and Acknowledging the Parallels :)

Sitting here in the Troy Public Library. Happy and exploring and feeling out my new digs with this exciting feeling of optimism and gratitude. So grateful for what is. Feeling like writing, creating, expressing as a result. Noticed I had a bunch of unpublished posts on here and found a smile in the similarities between last Spring and this one.
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And here comes another day. Another post so far removed yet still exciting to sit down and dedicate time to. These words. Affirmations and memories of all this lovely life and creation and so many lessons learned.

I'm sitting in Joshs' empty house while he's away at work. Feeling freedom and contentedness at being alone in a comfortable space, looking out the window at the always dwindling piles of snow and big lawn of green grass awake and ready for some serious dosages of sunshine. The trees too are swaying ready, their bare branches outstretched seem to be recharging and getting ready to grow some major greenage. I think it's safe to say we're all prepared for a spring Explosion. It's amazing how you can just feel it coming, and know that people are about to get a whole lot happier with some glorious sunshine pouring down on the skin.

I'm sipping a warm Mate and am feeling like a writer again. Wrapped in my man's flannel, hair flying every which way. Where have I been, I wonder? Out. In. Busy. Sleeping. Laughing. Drinking Working Running full speed and Crawling, enjoying going slow on days like today, when there's not a tremendous "to do" or "i really ought to be.." list, or at least it's not sitting on the front of my brain. And I can sit here, in this quiet empty house and make as much music as I want, straight from the heart to an imaginary crowd. I can sip this tea and count my blessings completely content. Or I can be still.