I started re-reading American Gods a week or so before I left on my Epic Road Trip 2013, though I didn’t quite make it all the way through before I left and got caught up in whirlwind driving, sightseeing, and collapsing brilliantly exhausted every night and didn’t have time to read. I finished it the week after I returned, which somehow made the ( Read more... )

- Long, meandering, glorious road trips alone. It sounds crazy, but I *love* having the time to myself, to reconnect with myself, to explore and change my plans on a whim. It’s the ultimate way for me to fall back in love with myself. This was one of the most amazing vacations, and that reconnecting with myself was a thing that I have needed for a ( Read more... )

- “Collect moments, not things.”
- After the auction, I drove to the dead end, turned the car off and laid on the hood watching the far off lightning, feeling the cool north breeze, and decompressing. There’s a few stars peeking through, mostly I just needed a place without people and significant noise.
- Then I went home and laid in my hammock in ( Read more... )

- Sunsets and cows never fail to please.

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We’ve had some wonderful monsoon weather the previous month which has been a much appreciated change of pace from the usual desert-like summers we’ve had. For weeks, every day would start gloriously cloudy and once the fog burned off the small, pretty cumulus clouds would build and build and build all day until they swell and burst in the late ( Read more... )

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A few weeks ago we took a trip to DFW for my birthday. It was a sweet little trip, short, but really great.

I didn’t have to drive, a rare treat for me to just ride and watch the clouds and the scenery fly past. I love driving, but there was something so perfect about riding around, dozing in the sun, watching the clouds sail past and being able ( Read more... )

It’s been a really good two weeks. I had birthday shenanigans, road trips, rodeos, friends and great skies!

- Low poofy clouds skinning through the early morning sky, so close you can almost touch them.

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A poem that has really stuck with me:

“I Am Not I”
BY JUAN RAMÓN JIMÉNEZ Translated by ROBERT BLY

I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain ( Read more... )