A Vegan With Ammo

Items found while running now include ammunition. I found these on the sidewalk outside the county courthouse. They are nestled in my running glove which is covered in dog hair from petting the neighborhood friendlies. This was one of the rare occasions my running pants didn’t have pockets. I didn’t relish the thought of tucking…

Calm-uary

Good morning, citizens of 2020. First change to the wellness practice is financial wellness: no more overtime. The boss announced it mid-December. Starting tomorrow I have to return to a regular eight-hour work day. Or I should say, I get to. The second change is occupational wellness. The benefit of overtime wasn’t just extra money….

Ritual Service

The best gift I received this year? My employer gave me December 26th off. Closed the business. A recovery day. Oh my soul, a recovery day. I work for people who value recovery days. Typing such a statement is a prayer of gratitude. Yes, it was with pay but even so, closing the business makes…

Solstice Slumber

Ug wishes us all a Merry Yule. Peaco wishes us all a Sacred Solstice. On the years that I remember to consider a Word of the Year, this week is generally when I start to think about it. On the years I don’t remember this is generally when I’m thinking about anything and everything else….

Plump With Dilemna

I started this post last week in an effort to revive the wellness focus of the blog and then I lost my internet for a few days and didn’t pick this back up again for another week. Service has now been restored. Not that I’m reinstating any rules for what this blog must be, but…

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…