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Salt water is good at hiding things, whether it’s tears on a soft cheek, or the white wings of a gull skimming along seafoam. I think that no matter how happy I find myself from day to day, sometimes demons and their lies from the past raise their heads when I am dabbling in the dangerous winter waves of depression.
Quote of the day: “You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” — Annie Lamott
Countdown to the sea
Those thousands of geese circling the dry fields
Stock show time with MKL
Dear and trusted friends
In my continued quest to raise MKL’s spirits, I’m taking us to the long, wide, windswept beaches of the Riviera Maya again. January in Tulum was quite breezy; I suppose February in Cozumel will likely be the same, but that’s just fine. I’m excited to go – we’re a month away as of tomorrow. And today is our five month wedding anniversary, and we’re heading to the Stock Show tomorrow to see llamas, alpacas, rodeo, and whatever other surprises we encounter. He has promised to do his best to take the place of Kelsea – this is the first year she will miss the Stock Show, having gone every year since she was a month and a half old. He’s a very good husband. :-)
Quote of the day: “When we travel, we aim for the sublime. It’s the ridiculous stuff, however, that we tend to treasure the most.” — Erik Torkells
The surprise return of a favorite blogger after a year-long hiatus
Working from home on a snow day
A cuddly Maine Coon
A clean(ish) kitchen
I love the way the little palm spawn are playing around the grown-up palm in this image. This was taken at a very odd little resort that my niece and I passed through as we walked back from the main Tulum ruins to our little hotel. If I were younger, it’s a place I might have liked to stay, because each room was just a little tiny house, all painted in bright tropical colors. But there were communal bathrooms (no) and no cross-breezes in the tiny houses (oven) – neither of those things feeds the soul in need of sanctuary. But palm trees, and the sound of the wind through the fronds, always does.
Quote of the day: “In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.” — Ben Aaronovitch
The Stock Show parade
Hearing coyotes howling in the open space near my bungalow
Old fashioned radiators to warm MKL’s feet
Only 72 days until spring
As Hurricane Patricia pounds Puerto Vallarta, Manzanillo, and little fishing villages such as my much-longed for Yelapa tonight, my thoughts and blessings and white lights and prayers are with the people who try to scratch out happy lives there. I have been dream shopping for trips back Puerto Morales, Isla Holbox, Yelapa, and Cozumel for February, and am always a fan of patronizing a place trying to recover from a disaster, just so I can help a place and its people recover. These areas, while know for tourism, are also homes to families who do not have steel-reinforced structures, and who can lost everything in 175 mph winds. I have seen the damage a strong hurricane can cause in North Carolina, a place where people have the resources to rebuild, and my heart goes out to those in poorer cultures who don’t have that kind of help.
I know that this worst-ever-hurricane pounded areas north of my previous stomping grounds, but I wanted to post an image of the white sand beauty of the area from when Niece #1 and I took our wonderful trip down there and I thought she’d been kidnapped looking for hielo. She’s an excellent traveling companion and the trip was a blessing I’ll always remember. So join me please, in prayers for Mexico and its lovely people and to many more beautiful, mystical trips there.
Quote of the day: “Some things just couldn’t be protected from storms. Some things simply needed to be broken off…Once old thing were broken off, amazingly beautiful thing could grow in their place.” — Denise Hildreth Jones
Big skies today
A morning that looked like Scotland
A toast to the success ofAnastasia Fawni
Making it home just in time when your stomach is upset
Amazing to think that it has been four years since I’ve been in Mexico. I’m hoping we can get back there next year. As the fall progresses and winter falls, you can expect to see a lot of beach pictures on the Photo of the Day.
Quote of the day: “The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite. ” — Jules Verne
The interesting people you run into near the Denver Greyhound bus station
One pair of black socks abandoned on the sidewalk – and two blocks away, another pair
Interior brick walls of old buildings
My first day as a Chia pet (more about that later)
Today’s guest poet: Robert Browning
Meeting At Night
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon, large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
It will be some time before I see a moonlit beach again, as Roscoe is still needing to stay at the vet’s and the bill is mounting, but he is worth it. Until the night comes, memories and pictures will have to suffice.
Quote of the day: “Have you ever wondered why certain people cross our paths or are put into our lives? I wonder how many so-called chance meetings are really part of a bigger plan. Then that leads me to wonder if my presence has the same impact on someone I seemingly just passed by. Maybe if we approach every other person we encounter as if there is a specific reason and greater purpose than chance to why we met at that very moment in time, there would be a lot more civility and much greater care taken in our interactions.” — K. Wierman
That Roscoe is getting better
That my ex-husband is my ex-husband even though we are still close
That the “Twee-woo” bird has arrived!!
That there are 33 days until spring
To get to this spot, you must walk down a sandy, gravelly road, climb some precarious rocks that appear to volcanic in nature, and allow yourself to be wind-whipped as your toll for taking in the view. At least I did on this day.
Quote of the day: “If you want to s succeed in your life, remember this phrase: That past does not equal the future. Because you failed yesterday, or all day today, or a moment ago. All that matters is: What are you going to do, right now?” — unknown
Being fancy once in a while
Cherishing the people that you love with all your heart
Knowing that everything changes and that can be a blessing
So what does it look like he’s saying to you? The fact that he is reclining and surrounded by seashells make him most provocative to me. And what’s that he’s holding in his hands? Could that be… a cocktail? For me?? Oh, you shouldn’t have! Well, actually, yes, you should have.
Quote of the day: “Commitment is what transforms a promise into reality. It is the words that speak boldly of your intentions. And the actions which speak louder than the words. It is making the time when there is none. Coming through time after time after time, year after year after year. Commitment is the stuff character is made of; the power to change the face of things. It is the daily triumph of integrity over skepticism.” — Abraham Lincoln
My wonderful dental hygienist
Gooey, fudgy, raspberry chocolate brownies
My comfy new-old white cowboy boots
Photo title: In Between
Outside Tulum, Quintana Roo, Mexico.
Quote of the day: “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” — C.S. Lewis