In my notebook: Calm

Spring snow and ice has contained much of my time to our house.  I had to take a drive just to get out of town, just so I could see beyond the houses that make up my skyline.  I drove out towards Sheep Mountain on Hwy 230. My sister and I used to take the same route when we were going to school at the University of Wyoming so we could escape life and have a few hours with good music and beautiful surroundings. 

The evening was cloudy with evidence of another spring storm on its way.  The unrest in the sky matched my mood, but I was surprised at how calm I began to feel just as I left town and the view of the plains and the mountains opened up.  Those “university days” drives my sister and I would take were years away, but the familiar feel of escape and freedom, if only for a quick drive, were easily found.

I drove just over 20 miles out of town and stopped at a little lake surrounded by cottonwoods.  The water in the lake, the stones around the shore line, the trees still lifeless from winter all seemed gray.  I related with thoughts of upcoming knee surgery, recovery, along with other stressors in life.

But there were hints of green below the pale grass that covered the plains, and the surrounding mountains held on to the last snow storm and stood out against the dark sky. 

Calm- was the word I thought of as I drove back home.  Nothing more than calm…

Words in the Week: Featuring Barbara Brownskirt

In celebration of National Poetry Month, you must be introduced to Barbara Brownskirt,Poet of the People. She is the self-appointed Poet-in-residence at the 197 bus stop. If you don't understand poetry now, you may not even after this video; but you'll laugh. I'm still laughing....

Small Stone #42

Oh, Snow.

      60 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday,
      and today you ride in on the Wind.

I just pulled out my sandals,
my skirt.

Oh, Snow.
  
      You are cold when it comes to change.

Foto Friday: Campsite Dreams

There are many nights I dream of our first campsite at Lake Powell, what a view to wake up to.  We tried to stay there again this year only the lake had lost 20 feet of water and we could not maneuver our way in to the alcove.  Thankfully we found a new site and made new memories; however  I do love returning to places that have touched me, and where I have enjoyed my time there.  Perhaps that's why this certain location is so often in my dreams.

Words in the Week: On Poetry #1

 

April is National Poetry Month.  To celebrate, Words in the Week will focus on thoughts about poetry throughout the month.

 

Small Stone #41

There are many ways to find the glass half full-

                          through my husband's eyes,

                          the bumper sticker that reads "It gets better."

Thank you!

I want to say thank you to all the people who have sent me well wishes, thoughts, and prayers since I tore my ACL at the end of March.  Your support is very much appreciated and I feel as though you are all a part of my posse!  Thank you!