A VOICE ON THE ROAD

Watching the world directly around me open up in this pre-post-pandemic moment is like watching one of those films of a flower blooming...

If you’ve been following my posts, you might think I am a little obsessed with rain forests. I guess I am. It seems being cooped up this...

San Miguel de Allende, Mexico With long-distance travel still way off the on jet-streaked horizon, I've been returning in my mind — and...

If you are over 50 you likely remember the classic movie hit parade of the 1960s, 70s, and early 80s — those annual TV screenings of...

Not a lot of walking this week. Instead, I've been sitting in the same chair for most of each day being trained as a facilitator in the...

My mother has said to me a couple of times "I wish I could go on one of your long walks." I feel a little guilty about this, because,...

there we were again shocked and awed caught off guard curiously unprepared given it happens almost every year tingling with excitement...

I’ve been thinking about my past polarity of day and night, possibly because in these times the two seem to blur together into one...

Inside No. Do you know what this is? This is my belly. It is warm under these covers. I am happy here. And, look out there. Do you see...

It is a .07 mile walk from my place to heaven. Or, at least as close as Posie and I have been to heaven so far. You see, my friend Susan...

When I moved from my hometown Seattle to Los Angeles in 2012, one of the things that most horrified me, was the painful disconnect...

I have ended relationships over steep inclines. I’m not kidding. Back in my 20s I dated a man I’ll call “Bob.” He was a biking enthusiast...

This blog won’t always be focused on the physical act of walking. It will morph as I morph because my intention here is to create a place...

At the entrance to one of my favorite trails — the Interlaken Park Loop — two white wooden chairs sit facing each other, a six-foot-long...

Hints on how to live are everywhere. This past weekend, for instance, I found strands of insight weaving themselves through the trees and...

Walking About Writing One of the little things I most look forward to these days is walking around Green Lake with my friend Sharon,...

We walked by my favorite Grand Central Bakery here in the Eastlake neighborhood six, maybe seven times today. Round and round a...

I’m not sure what I expected. But I guess I did expect something, I don’t know, More Dramatic. Golden trumpets maybe. The skies parting...

I spend most of my walking time looking down, either at my feet or a few steps in front of them. Rarely do I look up and out any further...

FOR SOUNDTRACK TO THIS POST, CLICK: RAIN WIND Sometimes you really need to do that thing you balk at, that thing you convince yourself...