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Stop Two of Nine: Bornholm, The Sunshine Island
Thought I forgot? I didn’t. I had to do some living which overall is going well. I must get better at sharing when the sun is out in my mental health, but in those moments, as a member of the last analog generation, sometimes I just want to be present, my mind in the moment.…
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2025: An Upcoming Journey
“The true risks of travel are disappointment and transformation: the fear you’ll be the same person when you go home, and the fear you won’t.” — Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road by Kate Harris I love to read as much or more than I love to travel to new lands.…
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2025: What’s Blooming So Far
What a year. I know it’s only May but feels longer. I can only think in lists lately. What have I accomplished? Better health. Mental and moving on physical. Holding the chaos of the world at bay. Trying to celebrate in the day to day. You know. Working the steps. So here’s to the spring…
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2024: Missing Year
Adding in some of 2024 because we’re well into 2025. It was a year of change. Therapy. Travel as ever. And more therapy. Quit management. Started new things. And focused so hard in moving some cows from one field to new grass, forgot all about this space. As ever. Some highlights through a look back…
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2023: Life in the Riptide
Today, I wait for my car to be released from a crushing lot of repairs, dreaming of the shore and sea breezes – so close to my week and 1/2 by the sea, friends, celebrations, kayaks, reunions, the best parts of my best summer memories all happened in August, at a big rambling house on…
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2022: A year in pictures…
A year of recovery and growing pains, a year of loss and love. All the words that escaped capture here. Here’s to what’s next.
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2022: Extra Time In Iceland
I know, I know, but I like it here. Or I did. Until my friend Covid met up with me and a four day fun weekend became nine. I still love Iceland but maybe we are on break for a minute. I need to share first I am well and healthy. 2022 Covid is more…
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2022: Snuggled in
The hearth stuff goes way back but nothing else feels like home in the winter than a sharing a day’s stories by a cracking fireplace. What a strange weather winter we’re having in New England. Blizzards and ice storms, then springlike sunny days and then right back into the deep freezer. This past weekend there…
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2021: A Year In Review
2021 you were a year. Filled with the happy, the sad and all the real stuff. First the easy, I learned how to cook for a reestablished family of four. I watched a lot of content from Tik Tok to whatever I could – some of it educational and some of it not so much.…
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COFFEE CUPS: 2021 The Berkshires, still
I am four days from my second vaccine shot and I planned my first international trip in two years yesterday. The wanderlust is waking up. I hope I will look back on this year of slower days, time inside, with my close family 24/7 as a gift. My mother is 90 and my nephew is…
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2021: March, bringing back the wonder
March is a long month in New England, usually starts out in real winter and then a few starts and stops with false spring but then it really kicks off with a lot of mud, then finally a hint of REAL spring, the world waking back up from it’s winter nap (and then maybe a…
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Coffee Cups: 2021 The Berkshires
I want more. I want moments on top of moments that don’t involve the inside of my house. Soon right? Soon. Along with spring and the GD vaccine (anti-vaxers, please move along – this is a place for travel, thoughts dreams and science too). A cafe coffee on the regular, too please. I broke out…
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Coffee Cups – 2012 Heathrow
Coffee. How I love it. Is it a genetic trait? I hope so. Where my Cuban battery can only be recharged by the jolt of caffeine and sugar? After three weeks in India, this cup was part of the in between travel fogged transition from a new land to me, to the ritual of home.…
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2020 The Year That Wasn’t
Not one shared word from me. Not one post. Here instead one month into the new year are the pictures. It was a lot of these beautiful moments and also a lot of unknowns, worry, tears, love, laughs and all the rainbow of feelings. Family and friendship. I am ok. My family is ok. My…
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2019: A year in pictures
I didn’t spend any time writing this year, except to friends and family which is really a tragic shame that I have to spend some time on to make sense of why that was so, not for you dear reader. Today, I was googling artists and writers that spend time doing what appeared to be…
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2019: Fall at rest
My favorite tree. In my favorite hometown spot. Five years ago, she was on fire. Orange as ever. I felt like I was on fire too. About to head off to Nepal, I was ready for what was next. That fall was spectacular. This fall, she’s not so orange. No so well. Maybe she’s older,…
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2019: New Year, Same me
Time for a pep talk. I always have better years on the odd ones. Even if the events of the year are not great, they are always transformative? Glass half full? Seems people miss that the glass has something at all – water or wine, still something. So, my good people, going to try to…
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2018: Cow Town Summer
“I could never in a hundred summers get tired of this.” Susan Branch
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2018: Newer New Year
Month and a half in and already, while my feet may be firmly planted in my cow town, I have been moving mental mountains. I haven’t really been anywhere but I feel like it’s been not an Everest sized trek, maybe a trek to a smaller kind of craggy peak. I can see the top,…
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2017 Giving thanks
Making memories, living life doesn’t mean I have stopped reflecting. It’s been an intense time of real adult style stuff. You can either go deep and connect through the story or you can instead share memories of happier times. This summer and fall I could do neither. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, something…
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2017: Half Done
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s…
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2017: New Moon, Cow Town
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone.…
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2017: Day 2, Cowtown
Don’t be so surprised my readers, I promised more this 2017 year. I don’t have any travels on the horizon that I can share about yet – some ideas and some dreams are swirling in my mind. It won’t be a year to sit still for certain. Today, I worked on my intention of kindness.…
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2017: new year, new deal
Happiest of New Year’s wishes to all. 2016: I promised stories. I promised pictures. I promised much. Unfortunately, I am not the best at sitting down and writing. I had a great year of travels to Martinique, Canada and my amazing and special time in East Africa this fall – as deeply in love with that…
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2016: Back to East Africa
“Africa has her mysteries and even a wise man cannot understand them. But a wise man respects them.” Miriam Makeba (South African singer and civil rights activist) Tomorrow it is – meanwhile, surrounded by piles of clothing, twists of plugs, missing adaptors, stray Euros, matchless socks, you’d hope that someday I get better at this part,…
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2016 – 2001: Remembering
I was rushing to work that horrible day, September 11, 2001, trapped in the normal Boston traffic listening to NPR. I knew I was late because it switched over to the BBC broadcast at nine am. I heard the news of the first tower falling in an English accent. It took me a moment to…
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2016: Cape Cod Birthday Sail and Sunset
Yesterday, I went sailing. The wind was just puffy enough on our little bay. The sun was shining. It was perfection. The sun said goodnight in a blaze of orange goodness. Except every year I forget that the sailing part can only follow the contortionist upside down yoga rigging the boat time, various bumps and…
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2016, A Cowtown Chapter
Home. I haven’t been on any airplanes. I haven’t seen any exotic sights. I haven’t had jet lag. I have been with my people. I have been learning life lessons, the hard ones, the funny ones too. I am stronger, I am centered. Happier is a work in progress but it’s coming. And with that surely will come…
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2015: Cows, California, Cafes and Chalupas
“We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise, we harden.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Even if I didn’t write about them, I did have some lovely adventures and I love a sunset all over the world. Here’s 2015’s collection. California for some calm and a birthday, Mexico for some chalupas and time with my cub, Michigan…
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2015: Christmas in Cowtown
“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What…
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2015: Cowtown diary
I went to visit some cows this week. When missing lions, sometimes a gal just needs to be with some cows. You can all connect the dots to a deeper meaning but trying to get back to basics after this long winter and challenging spring. Get outdoors.
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2015: Mother’s Day, the woman who took me out my first door
Many moons ago, my mother told my father that if he was going to Europe to work for three months, well, then, despite being over forty and a new mother to two small girls, she was going as well. And so, the die for my life was cast. At 18 months old, I boarded a…
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2015: Spring, in Cowtown
All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust. – J.M. Barrie
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2015: Cowtown diaries
Home and home again. Sometimes I just have to stay. At least spring is coming and the sun is shinning more. The mud is coming! Here’s the sky tonight and maybe even the Northern Lights later. Clear cold sky tonight. Happy St Patrick’s Day to all.
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2015: Cowtown, home again
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. ~Henry Van Dyke Slushy, snowy, gun metal grey skies…. March is a tough month here in the Massachusetts Berkshires (just in case anyone thought I meant English Berkshires, alas,…
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2015: Berkshires and the full snow moon
Full moon fever. Perhaps that was it last week under the cold snow moon of February. It was a brilliant night, crisp and freezing. Moon shadows galore, the moon so bright, like day out. Even though it was below freezing and after midnight, I went for a walk, with my twelve coats on of course.…
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2015: California (headed west)
Westward, chasing the sun. This post brought to you via in flight wifi. Really, why not I said? Headed out for the long weekend. I just read an article that said people who live in cloudy places are smarter. Not linking it here as clearly that piece was written to make people under the gun…
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2015: New Year’s, Boston to the Berkshires
1 Jan – 1:23 AM – Hanover Street, North End, Boston: On every block, another post midnight cliche… the fighting couple, the restaurant filled with revelers dancing to Usher’s last year’s hit, the brand new couple-maybe-to-be negotiating with their friends to be able to take the only available taxi by themselves, Boston boys with Bruins hats,…
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2015… here it comes
“No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left.” Charles Lamb, “New Year’s Eve,” in The London Magazine, January 1821
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USA 2014: Washington DC and the art of art
Happy Thanksgiving to one and all – a quiet one this year but after a busy fall, it’s welcome. There’s been much disturbance in my force – either by my own hand, by actual travel or just changes. Hasn’t been my month to shine. I know… 50% of the people that read this space, you’re all unsettled and…
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Nepal 2014: Just 3 days…leaving home
Home. Is it a place? Is it people? For me, it’s a term that contracts as much as it expands. My house, filled with my family things, that’s my home. My cow town filled with faces and places, home. I live in the USA – America is my home and even if I wander, this land…
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Bridges 2013: Old and New
On a lazy Sunday morning recently, I saw a story on Bartonsville, a small Vermont town that lost a covered bridge in Hurricane Irene a few summers ago . The locals refused to accept this loss and one very determined woman, as she watched the bridge wash out in the flood waters, made sure it…
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New England 2013: All Hallow’s Eve
I love Halloween, always have always will. Always been more than candy and costumes for me. As someone who grew up New England, USA and loves fall, where we seem to have a link to the seasons that cannot be denied, this day is the line between fall and winter. The earth outside my window…
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Almost time: India 2012
Today, when I called my credit card companies to tell them I was leaving my normal cowtown land, a great small world moment happened. The operator at X Bank asked me where I was headed, when I said India, he told me how lucky I was, how it would change my life and that especially…
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India 2012: Packing it all in
There’s a time before a new journey when I always get to maximum velocity; a perfect storm hits of everything at the same time. A window into my mind (so sorry, it’s not as bad in there as it initially appears), I have this moment when I think because I am getting on a plane…
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Travel & Tears… a short list
“This is your captain speaking” The most dreaded words in air travel without a doubt. Nothing like being 30,000 feet in the air, meal service under way and learning the plane is turning around, back to the land you just left, no local currency in my pocket, no mobile phone and yes, the yearning deep…
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Staying put, what happens when you cannot go…
I have started and deleted this post so many many times. My update was going to be all about what happens when you don’t get to go on a journey you’ve planned and dreamed about for months….but how do write about that without sounding like a spoiled baby? To be able to travel for pleasure,…
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dreams of other places
Just the rainy, cold kind of gloomy cow town morning that makes me wish I were elsewhere and yet again the deep debate in my heart rises up – to travel more of the year and work to make that happen, or to continue on the path I am on… because if I were elsewhere,…
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