Tag: #findingpeace

Today, she is free

Love is … Remember that 1970s back-of-the-newspaper, black and white simple line-drawn “cartoon”? That’s what I’m thinking about while I’m thinking about the trauma of the last week and the national politics of the forthcoming.  What is love? And how can love sustain us… Continue Reading “Today, she is free”

And so it begins …

I’m here, by my lonesome, which isn’t so lonesome, in the shade beneath my awning, typing away, tummy filled with a healthy salad, a glass of Albarino half-sipped, sunscreen-slathered, listening to the crashing waves, sheltered in my cozy van, away from the summer tourists;… Continue Reading “And so it begins …”

Post 50th High School Reunion Reflection

This time yesterday.  It does and it doesn’t feel like yesterday. Mostly, it doesn’t because 50 years—half a frickn’ century—have lapsed between the day we ceremoniously ribboned down the metaphoric path from the Boys’ Gym toward Sea Hawk Stadium where, upon the conclusion of… Continue Reading “Post 50th High School Reunion Reflection”

But today, it is.

Moss hangs from a sea of aged oak trees, dancing in the wind outside my friends’ forest-shrouded home in Atascadero, California. I’m residing here for a weekish, babysitting their two precious mini dachshunds as their mum and dad vacation in Kauai. Their original dog… Continue Reading “But today, it is.”

The Last Day

To say I’m in mourning isn’t exactly accurate. I’m Grateful with a capital G, but also stunned that so much time passed so quickly. Almost two months. Gone. Just like that. Snap! A trip I imagined for years and years and years. My dream of taking off… Continue Reading “The Last Day”

The UnKnotting Process

Life on the Road, Installment 9 America, she be beautiful. America, she be kind. America, she can cook up some bodacious Southwest foods. America, it’s been good gettn’ to know you. America, our time together is helping me understand myself. What I like, don’t like,… Continue Reading “The UnKnotting Process”

Southwest Sojourn

Week 5 of The Great Jan Z Solo Transformation Tour has me reverently writing in the veil of the setting sun here in Taos, New Mexico where I’ve lived for the last three nights at a pretty cool little RV park, Taos Valley RV. I never ever thought… Continue Reading “Southwest Sojourn”

A Very Bad Ode to the Oregon Coast

Wild and green,  Weaving and rolling, Sheltered and exposed to the Pacific Ocean’s girth and temper,  Dinosaurs and explorers, Con men and conservationists,  Casinos, small towns, and a dwindling Native presence. A sorcery, a teacher, a non-judgmental priest listening to confession, Felled forests, tree… Continue Reading “A Very Bad Ode to the Oregon Coast”