If we were having coffee~ Today, as we sit underneath the umbrella by the sea..it is raining lightly and we both have donned our sweaters. The sky is illuminated this morning, even as a storm brews to the south. It is, after all, the start of our rainy season here in Florida. How has your… Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee~
Seems to me that we are a species which is a bit unaware. I have watched people, at the beach, in the mall, out walking, or in the park…they look straight ahead, or downward. Sometimes, they even look at the person to whom they are speaking, although this is increasingly rare. For the most part,… Continue reading Looking up~
I love weekends! And especially when we get to sneak off, avoid the kids/husbands, and have coffee together! How has your week been? Did you get the writing goals done? Did you get that pesky character sketch fleshed out? Or did the character just need to die?!! Our morning here, outside the little coffee cafe… Continue reading ~If we were having coffee~
Mornings are for two things: Coffee and Writing. It has been this way for years, although life sometimes upends the rhythm which creates a sense of imbalance. Life~sigh. It could be an emergency or being simply the sounding board for one chatty (though sweet) husband. Either extreme or anything in between, can send my nerves… Continue reading Morning Magic~
I New positive energy envelopes me today, and I am quite sure that I can attribute some of that to the new determination to eat BETTER! Oh, I have said this before, I know…I have begun new eating practices more than once in the past few years. From vegan to paleo…and eating by blood type,… Continue reading Why not?
It is almost time for me to stop my passion…for the next 18 hours. I have to close my journal, my work-in-progress writing, and my blog posts and return to my home office for my ‘other’ job. I have been quite the complainer on this demand of my free time and I hesitate to admit… Continue reading Doing the dreaded thing~
I love the birds in Florida. Varied and bold. Bold in color, flight, movement or .. size. This gray masterpiece stood silent, watching ..as I devoured my rather exquisite baklava one morning. He didn’t hover, didn’t entrench, just kept a steady vigil. Waiting. He feels like my totem animal these days. Standing alone, away from… Continue reading Sometimes, I just gotta stand there…