Seasonal Damage

Injuries. (Sigh) Part of the practice. I’ve been quiet because my first significant tennis injury knocked me down. It was a double blow. I suffered a significant injury of the heart at work and carried my hurt/anger/fear/frustration onto the tennis court. Nothing happened, at least in terms of the tennis. I simply overdid it. Pushed…

Winning The Soggy Sock Slog

Found while out on a run: Nature’s confetti. From the party she throws this time of year. Because for the green things whose job it is to grow and produce and thrive, the pressure is off now. For a while. All these trees have to do for the next several months is stand here. Shrubs…

Special Is Not A Compliment

Two years ago I worried that if I wrote about my vegan conversion too often people would stop reading this blog. I made disclaimers such as I promise this will not turn into a vegan blog. I fussed over the stereotype; the one that says the most annoying thing about vegans is that they never…

The Smoky Ruins Of A Saturday

It was a good morning. Make that a superb morning. Early. Quiet. Cold. I made a pretty picture of the light. I wrote splendid words and luxuriated in the bliss of coffee plus peace plus sourdough toast. And then shortly after toast I got very angry. Livid. Volcanic. I snapped. Zero to fury in four…

Gentle Magic Packs A Punch

I share a work space with two women. Three of us in one room. We make it work. We have harmony without trying very hard. It feels like an unspoken agreement; our jobs are the hard things, our harmony while we do them will therefore not be a hard thing. One of us is messy….

Defending November

November’s first magic is the urge to run again. November makes me want to run, emphasis on the want. Longer and more often. October’s lunch hour walks became November’s lunch hour runs. It’s finally cold enough. Although I don’t play with the Flower Girls anymore, I still wear the flowers. Each month I choose a…

A Prayer In The Dark

New moon before Samhain. Ritual bath. Sun setting through my bathroom window. Submerged toes touching the last of the light. Darkness doesn’t come and go. It is always here. It’s the light which moves away and returns. The darkness holds all. Sees all. Knows all. Things not spoken in bright light wait, no matter how…

Made Of Such Things

Yesterday I went for a run in the rain because there are certain ghosts which are only active on rainy days. Certain witchy folk too. Like most of these things, I found out by accident years ago. At a race in another town, far from the finish line, a gentle sprinkle turned into a raging…

Winning By Losing

My employer offers a monthly wellness program with weekly challenges. We earn points toward rewards by completing the challenges. The challenges range from bring your lunch to work to meet a daily step count to go to bed earlier each night. One challenge is to do something creative once per week. Do it more than…

When You Say Living The Dream

Yesterday I celebrated the break in the heat with a hike at Seven Hollows. I always think it should be called Seven Hallows. I took this photo near the trailhead and then put my phone away and turned it off. I decided one would be enough. Most of the hike looks like this. You don’t…

Swamp Monsters

Things I find while out on a run now include a dinosaur, and a boat. At first I thought this boat was abandoned. Although it is tied to a tree it is waterlogged and full of plastic. After a moment’s reflection I decided it made more sense to assume this is a plastic bottle ferry….

Running Down The OT Perks

Wellness wins since we last spoke: Asked for overtime and got it; every week if I want it Found an empty office at the end of the hall for lunch hour yoga Found a nature preserve half a mile from my office; with a river and trails How is overtime a win, other than the…