Musing

absorbed in thought; meditative - which is not the same thing as overthinking - or so I think Random thoughts - random photos Ever since my old point-and-shoot bit the dust, I've missed having a pocket sized camera in my bag - and no, my iPhone doesn't count. Worried that I didn't have a camera for our upcoming bike trip, Greg bought me a new one for my birthday :-) I've been having fun playing with it - pointing, shooting, and not overthinking every shot. While it doesn't replace my Rebel, it's a pretty nifty toy. I am learning the value of silence during times of frustration... There have been lots of those. I attempted joining an online daily meditation program - attempted, as in I joined, but only lasted about four days. My mind doesn't quit or quiet, sigh... Someday, I will give it another try; but right now, it just feels like one more thing... So, in an effort to be a little more mindful, each morning I set a "daily intention" for myself - giving my day focus. Misty mountain morning walks... If I knew how to capture the feeling of this misty background in a paint color, I would wake to it every morning. Is it odd that I am so utterly captivated by backlighting?   We've been busy working on lots of little home improvement projects - painting, carpeting, cleaning, organizing... In my current minimalist mindset, there has also been a good deal of tossing, donating, gifting... With each wall hanging or knick knack that I remove, I feel a bit lighter. And, I am finding that I enjoy our belongings so much more, with fewer of them. Each one speaks a little clearer, when not surrounded by clutter. And then, walking back up my driveway after our morning walk, Chessie and I are greeted by this little gnome. He is living my best life - reading among the flowers (unconcerned by all those weeds which are making me a little bit nuts.) I've been reading, also: Shoot First (Caught Dead in Wyoming #3), Patricia McLinn - What can I say? I like the setting, Wyoming Still Me: A Novel (Me Before You Trilogy), Jojo Moyes - Fun read, and reminder to trust in yourself; things will work out Less, Andre Sean Greer - I'm currently reading this one, it's odd - I'll let you know how it goes... Please tell me it isn't really September, already! We head to Michigan on Friday for our much anticipated bike tour. I am a little nervous that I am not physically ready, but am looking forward to a week of riding and unplugging. There's a saying "Train for the ride, or train on the ride" - I guess I know which I will be doing... Anyway - that's all for me. I'd love to hear…

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Vermont summertime

My little corner of Vermont is a popular, busy place in the fall and winter. Camera-clad leaf peepers swarm our area from late September through mid-October, hoping to capture the riot of colors. Winter brings a rowdier crew, as our world is blanketed in snow and winter sports lure crowds away from their city lives. And while I, too, love Vermont during these seasons, it is the summertime that I enjoy most. A time when my flower garden is a profusion of blooms and I putter leisurely outdoors. A time when exploring takes us to a beautiful vineyard and winery, where wine tasting makes for the perfect lazy summer afternoon. A time for kayaking on a nearby pond, listening to the quiet stillness that surrounds us. On this particular morning, a bald eagle soared above the pond, settling high in a tree along the shore. A time for meandering through our local farmer's market - preparing farm-to-table dinners and finding that perfect pasta bowl from one of our favorite potters. We received a pasta bowl as a wedding gift - and after 37 years of frequent use, it finally gave up on us and split down the middle. This one will make for a happy replacement - it makes me smile every time I see it. Summer in Vermont A time for flinging the windows wide open, enjoying the cool fresh air flowing through our home, waking to the sound of birdsong, gazing at the mountains while relaxing on the deck, hiking along the river as Chessie runs ahead, doing her little happy prance while sniffing everything there is to sniff along the forest trails Even on a rainy day like today, I am happy to be here. I listen as the rain falls in the forest, watch the tree tops swaying and the slow movement of the misty clouds which shroud the mountain top. I've been busy with a little of this and a little of that Work is still...work - although it, too, has slowed a bit during these summer months. I am back to reading fiction during my daily commutes, which is not to say that I have given up on my "minimalist kick". I have moved from reading to doing - as I tear through closets and cabinets, as well as grabbing just about anything in open sight that I deem to be neither useful nor "beautiful". I recently finished reading The More of Less: Finding the Life You Want Under Everything You Own - another minimizing motivator. Also on my reading list Real Life Organizing: Clean and Clutter-Free in 15 Minutes a Day  Destination Simple: Everyday Rituals for a Slower Life Driving Miss Norma: One Family's Journey Saying "Yes" to Living And a little fictional fun: The Last Time I Lied The Leavers I've been neglecting my blog, instagram, facebook... but hope…

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Finding space to slow the pace

Well - I am back from vacation, returning to what seems to be a blissfully slow week at work - thank goodness for that! Needless to say, vacation was wonderful. Greg and I spent several days in Colorado, visiting family, adding a side trip to Wyoming - just because. Words cannot express how much I absolutely love this area of our country - all those wide open spaces... and ranches... and mountains... and prairie dogs - hmmm strange little animals, those prairie dogs. I've always known that I crave a lot of personal space - explaining why my daily subway commute leaves me feeling spent. But this - it's like finding my own personal sense of calm. As we drove over miles of the Snowy Range Scenic Byway - towards our planned hike in the Medicine Bow National Forest and feeling just a tad nervous about all the snow I was seeing - I found myself humming "never fear those mountains in the distance..." (thank you, Lee Ann Womack) But - I don't think I've ever had a more stunning lunch stop. As sea level dwellers, we were duly challenged by the altitude - 10,000+ feet. The need to make frequent stops to breathe - just breathe - served to enhance our hike. This East Coast city girl seriously needs to learn to sllloooowwww down. Follow where the path leads... Back in Colorado - we enjoyed a beautiful hike in Rocky Mountain National Park - can you tell these two are cousins :-) And while this park may not be the path less taken, we could not have asked for a more beautiful hike. Every turn brought increasingly jaw-dropping scenery. After making one last stop to take in the beauty of the wildflowers (and a little twirl while singing "the hills are alive" - ummmm, but only in my imagination) - time to head back home. Sigh... A new book awaited my return home. Yeah - I know - that simplicity-minimalist thing, again. While reading, I found myself thinking - is this what our society has come to - that we need books advising us to focus on the things that are most important to us? We don't already know this? And then - yes - I know this to be true. It is all to easy to get trapped in the rat race. So - I am back to my closet purging and minimizing, a jumble of thoughts coming together. And maybe it is a bit ironic that after years of purchasing - purchasing things to wear and things to fill my home, that what I'm seeking is just a bit of space. Space to breathe - space to slow down - even if just a little bit. I don't need to relocate to Wyoming to do this. I would like to thank Greg's cousin, Helen,…

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