It happened to be raining this morning when I woke up. The perfect kind of rain. It's the kind that sounds like a rain stick I made in 2nd grade-- grains of rice sliding down cardboard quietly, hushing and shushing in the background, while a steady drip-drop thump of the water splashes down from a … Continue reading Gathering Moments, One at a Time.
I'm here in Bend this weekend. Secretly, a little piece of me hoped that I was making it up, that I was imagining this place, this idea, this thing I found a few months ago. It would be easier that way. It is easier for me to imagine failure and talk myself out of what … Continue reading The intuition is strong with this one.
As many of you know, I have a dream. I have a dream for a little parcel of land somewhere in the high desert, that's a sacred space and adventure mecca one. This summer, completely unintentionally, I found that space. It was a stopover on a road trip, on the way to a triathlon which … Continue reading A little parcel in Bend.
It's tough coming back from the wilderness. Without fail, I approach the Bay Bridge and am suddenly side-swiped by complicated emotions. I'm relieved to see the familiar skyline draped in fog or seared by sunset, the glowing freeway exits and pulsing city lights. Memories emerge-- I'm twelve again, squabbling with my brother in Dad's blue … Continue reading Searching for the good kind of quiet
As a life update, I'm exhausted. This new job means constant interaction with new people, figuring out a new schedule for training/nutrition/social life, and generally finding my feet, losing them again, and picking up where I left off. I love everything about it, and I'm tired. However, today is International Women's Day and I am … Continue reading Always Time for Appreciations
Last week, I had one of those nice moments where one thought led to another, and that thought led to another and then the final thought brought me right back to the beginning with a satisfying conclusion, all in the context of an environment that led to the first thought. I felt enlightened, accomplished and … Continue reading The Cyclist Nod– It’s Contagious.
Running has never been my favorite sport, but it does get the heart pumping and the endorphins flowing, and mainly, it is the closest thing to dance that connects music and movement. I often find myself lost in a melody, spazz-run-dancing down a trail or sidewalk. Those are the best moments, the ones that make … Continue reading Run/Dance!