A creative piece: The Phoenix

I’ve been having a rather difficult time as of late and have not been able to write an update to my last post. I have put it on my list of priorities and will have a post for you soon. I appreciate all the readers that come here to see what I am up to and how my recovery is going. This afternoon I am posting a creative piece I wrote a while back. I hope you enjoy it.  Continue reading

A Journey Down the Well of Monsters and Disgusting Ugly Hate with Lou Reed

I was already feeling morose. I pulled up A Journey Down the Well’s “Sorry Monsters, I Have to Grow” and was listening to that along with Soko’s “The Destruction of the Disgusting Ugly Hate.” I was ready to indulge myself and make a play list for this monstrous black dog feeling before I went for a therapeutic walk in the woods. Then, I saw that Lou Reed had died. It hit me much harder than I would have ever dreamed. I actually cried. I couldn’t control the tears welling up. Wow. The tears took me by surprise. It took the wind out of me.

I admit I’ve been out of sorts for the last several days, letting stress get the better of me. I’ve followed my typical pattern that the overabundance Continue reading

My Partial Weight Bearing Debut and Crutchmata!

My oh, my! So much has happened since my last post and it’s been over a week since I’ve written. Where to begin? Obviously, I was extremely happy to get the news that I am healed and can begin walking on my foot. I over did it a bit the first day and my foot was a little sore on the 12th. That night, I made my debut partial weight bearing at the opening Continue reading

Autumn, Art and Winning Big

Autumn in October is one of my favorite times of year. It wakes my senses to memories of pumpkin everything, dropping temperatures, clove cigarettes, cooking marathons, leaves changing color, crisping up and falling off trees, wood fires, days hushed by longer periods of darkness and gentle cool breezes carrying sounds of crickets through open windows to lull me to sleep at night. I do love autumn. When I lived in Boston Continue reading

What I Want: Part Two

Hope I didn’t leave you hanging there for too long. Hahaha! I also hope you enjoyed the bungee jump.
On with the list! Here’s 51-100 of What I Want!

51. I want to spelunk.
52. I want to jump for joy.
53. I want to cook for hours.
54. I want to put on my boogie shoes and boogie with you.
55. I want to kickbox.
56. I want to jog a 5k.
57. I want to carry a package inside.
58. I want to skip.
59. I want to play hopscotch.
60. I want to stand and deliver! Preferably with a saucy Englishman dressed in leather trousers and makeup. Hmm, kind of like this:


61. I want to go on safari.
62. I want to ride my bike around town.
63. I want to do warrior poses.
64. I want to sprint.
65. I want to hula-hoop.
66. I want to spread my toes.
67. I want to boogie board.
68. I want to jump in the waves.
69. I want to do a cannonball.
70. I want to do it all standing on two feet.
71. I want to walk across a fallen log.
72. I want to jump on a trampoline.
73. I want to walk up and down stairs.
74. I want to skeet shoot.
75. I want to do a full plank.
76. I want to do push ups on my toes.
77. I want to pick up a pencil with my toes.
78. I want to walk down the up escalator.
79. I want to wheel my bag through the airport to somewhere fabulous.
80. I want to climb mountains.
81. I want to snorkel in the ocean.
82. I want to get a foot massage.
83. I want to do sun salutations.
84. I want to do the crab walk.
85. I want to do the bear walk.
86. I want to mountain bike.
87. I want to play leap frog.
88. I want to tumble.
89. I want to balance on a curb.
90. I want to take a shower.
91. I want to play frisbee.
92. I want to play charades.
93. I want to do my Indoboard exercises.
94. I want to climb on a jungle gym.
95. I want to walk through a festival.
96. I want to do whatever I please with the greatest of ease.
97. I want to get a pedicure.
98. I want to complete field training from institutions like IWLS, and NOLS.
99. I want to be fully functional.
100. I want to move freely in the world I inhabit.

Yes, I want all that and to pronk evermore. Unfortunately, I have to Wait. For. It. Sorry, no funny Barney Stinson line on that one. My patience is running thin. I feel a little like Pete Shelley when he asks:

What Do I Get?

Fear not, dear readers, for there is plenty that I can do and will get! I’ve been a busy bee and haven’t had too much time for lamentations. I will keep updating you on all the irons in the fire and what I’m creating. Plenty of hope, excitement and inspiration going on in this part of the blogosphere! The next post should be another good time…

Coursera, Generating Income, Making Magic, Volunteering and the Spice Girls

One might think that being caged up in my house a large portion of the week would drive me absolutely bonkers. At times, it does! Today I am not going to delve into those times when I’m crazier than a shit house rat. These past few months I have worked on several ways to keep the insanity to a minimum. I’ve put in place many different activities in order to keep my body, mind and spirit challenged and stimulated. There is never a lack of things on my To Do list. I’ve shared my workout with you already. What else do I do with my time? I’d be happy to let you know! Continue reading

Is the Big Blue Box the Key to My Passion?

Note: It’s time to jump in the time machine…I originally wrote this on 8/5/13 and never posted it. I thought it was relevant for today.

I couldn’t sleep last night and I looked up ‘what is the point of blogging?’ and found something even more interesting here. The authors mention you should find your passion and then link to another post that says “follow your passion” is crappy advice. This intrigued me because I have always felt that I have never had a passion. Yes, I’ve been passionate, even obsessed, about many things but I never felt that one thing was the thing that was my passion.

This has always been a source of frustration for me. I often see others who know from a very young age what their one talent is and that is usually their passion. And of course the general media feeds into this idea that the most talented people just know that one thing they were born to do. Continue reading