Isabella Bird Miscellany

outside, inside, coffee shop, park...talk Funny how the things that you are pondering and trying to figure out keep popping up - all around and in various ways with the same ditty. Years back, we were looking at moving to Durango. The word, the vehicle was everywhere. Could it have been a sign? Probably not,  just a happening, as it wasn't a move we made. Things like that are confusing to brains that are already functioning in a state of confusion. Right now, the recurring "thing" is community.  I'm keenly aware of how this is different than the above.  Community is a pervasive life.  It's desperately needed by everybody.  We all have a core need to be connected to someone or something; that basic need to know and be known. this intrinsic necessity runs the gamut: moms groups, biking clubs, knitters or quilters anonymous, the beer drinkers and club hoppers, the kiddos gathering on the playground Sitting at Starbucks on this extra day in February, i

my forever valentine xo I'm really a romantic at heart.  Not in the traditional sense, but when it comes to this man ... I swoon every day. soft brown, bordering on hazel, specks of green and gold fill his eyes dark lashes shading, encompassing, defending his eyes dance mischievously in cheeky pleasure Laugh lines creasing the edges, well defined from teasing wit emotions spill out of his eyes, salty, wet on his cheeks concern, attention, pain … and in sources of pleasure intense passion burns my soul when his eyes gaze at me want, thirst, intent words thru a glance there’s fire in his eyes at injustice and lack of common sense flashing anger, but it’s a slow happening truth and kindness permeates his eyes looking to find the best and the right his eyes are heavy at day's end, closing for the night sleep like a child, my love, my forever Valentine I love you, my darling.  You are always in my heart. Missy If

release, receive, return I walked a labyrinth.  It was a first, and will not be the last. Prayer labyrinths differ from confusing, complicated mazes found in cornfields, theme parks and oddly strange old estates, now overgrown and House-of-Usher-like.  No, these places are peaceful, meditative puzzles to mindfully walk, allowing the spirit and soul to settle from the stress that demands. My inner thoughts traveled as circuitously as the path I was following.  Step by step, I moved to the center, taking a few moments there, to reflect on the way...and my conceptions.  Exiting the center, I returned on the same spherical path.   Many metaphors filled my mind, pictures of life, everything old is new again, you know the stuff.  But, then I would slow down my meditations and pace; concentrating on methodical steps – whispering a prayer, hearing the birds, feeling the breeze and cool sunshine. Once again, my inner person would stray.  Nothing was holding me to the pa