September 2018

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And over one more set of hills,
along the sea,
the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness

and are giving it back to the world.
If I had another life
I would want to spend it all on some
unstinting happiness.

I would be a fox, or a tree
full of waving branches.
I wouldn’t mind being a rose
in a field full of roses.

Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition.
Reason they have not yet thought of.
Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what.
Or any other foolish question.

Mary Oliver

Blazing Trail II

Good morning from a slow unspooling of morning in Avon. We rose with the sun and sauntered along the Eagle, reveling in the rich light. How lucky I am, truly – to have such fine companions, to be able of body, light in spirit, and have the infinite glory of the beloved West at my fingertips. Life is GOOD.

It’s amusing and curious, too.

And grand, absolutely grand!

Glenwood Springs and eastward through the canyon. A million layers of life and death, terrifying and exquisite in its beauty. The definition of sublime.

How about that view? Hello, Eagle!

Early fall splendor from Minturn to Gilman to Red Cliff and Leadville for some mighty tasty pizza at High Mountain Pies – worth the wait and then some!

A fine weekend behind us…

Blazing Trail

Hey there! Off we go on last weekend’s most beautiful almost fall road trip. The best traveling dog we know takes time to savor the view – literally!

How cute is Juniper carrying her own weight?! The one downfall is her lack of awareness about her increased girth, bashing into legs (mostly mine), trees, and rocks. It doesn’t slow her one iota. The girl is a tank.

The trail was creekside much of the time, babbling along in conversation, of all that is good and right and true.

I’ll let the beauty of nature speak for itself, here. Goll-ee.

The best companions I know.

Wrapping our perfect day in Avon. See you tomorrow!



The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.

Joseph Campbell

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The wound is the place where the LIGHT enters you.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī


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