In my living Room!!!!  These guys are So much fun.  What a treat having them in Denver!

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

–Naomi Shihab Nye, from The Words Under the Words

Nothing like cruising down a rolling windy road at sunset!!

I always meet the most amazing folks, on moto trips!!

So pretty.

so I went through my pictures (and took the dirty dancing one from the internet) and found a good quote from my book.  Enjoy!

“But colors are not possessions: they are the intimate revelations of an energy. “Colours are the deeds and sufferings of light,” wrote German poet and dramatist Johann Wolfgang von Geothe. They are light wasves and mathematically precise lengths, and they are deep, resonant mysteries with boundless subjectivity.

Colors challenge language to encompass the. (It cannot; there are more sensations than words for them. Our eyes are far ahead of our tongues.) Colors bear the metaphors of entire cultures. They convey every sensation from lust to distress. They glow fluorescent on  the flanks of a fish out of the water, then flee at its death. They mark the land of a woman deity who controls the soft desert rain. Flowers use colors ruthlessly for sex.

Moths steal them from their surroundings and disappear. An octopus commincates by color; an octopus blush is language. Humans imbibe colors as antidotes to emotional monotony. Our lives, when we pay attention to light, compel us to empathy with color.” – from Ellen Meloy’s excellent book, The Anthropology of Turquoise.

JJ in Colorado!  Really Really Great to see him, just like old times   JJ….you are one of a kind!

I Love Love Love…..facing the breeze coming off the

water and feeling it on my face!

My friend is hilarious.  While I was in my usual mad rush to get out of my house, Julia, who had swung by to pick me up, was posting sticky notes EVERYWHERE reminding me to take the day off work, so we could go to the opening Rockies game.  It was hilarious finding these little “reminders” In my Cupboards, on my plates, in a wine class, on my writing notebook,on all my mirrors, to this day, I’m still finding them.  The sad thing is;  when we sat down with our schedules and computers and decided that 61 degrees on opening day, in fact was going to be “too cold”…….we didn’t put in our requests for the day off.  (I know, we aren’t exactly die-hard fans!)  And now, Today, is opening day and guess what????? It is beautifully sunny and WARM! We would have been Luvin it!!!  Oh man…work might be even harder than usual for me today………..

GO ROCKIES!!!

From Hermes of Paris, add campaign

“Writing practice brings us back to the uniqueness of our own minds and an acceptance of it. We all have wild dreams, fantasies, and ordinary thoughts. Let us to feel the texture of them and not be afraid of them.Writing is still the wildest thing I know.”
― Natalie Goldberg, Wild Mind: Living the Writer’s Life