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Vacation Romance & Lust

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When we travel to someplace and leave to return home we leave a part of ourselves behind.

 Finding romance when you are traveling almost 2000 miles from home and everything that you know is an empowering sense of self adventure.

Leaving behind a part of my heart and soul in Florida on the Gulf of Mexico recently was inevitable. Trying to find that same part of me once back home has left me feeling a wee bit lost and beach sick for a place I have never even called home. Albeit my reference here is regarding the love affair I have now going on with the Gulf Coast of Mexico and Florida there are people who I spent two short weeks with who I fell madly in love with too, and I miss them.

The thing about a romance with the Gulf waters of Mexico and the white sandy beach is it is without hesitation reciprocal, no need to wonder or feel any unrequited or ambiguous feelings in return. The romantic entanglement between my spirit and heart is a lustful honesty that I find hard to deny.


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From the moment I smelled the tropical salt air and spied the gentle roll of the tide to the shore I was in love. I lusted every day I was there for the incredibly warm salt water that left my body buoyant and relaxed me more than I ever remember feeling.

Reminding me of the post glow of love-making to be honest.

Maybe the tropical environment might be a catalyst for an immediate attraction discovered in someone else when the pleasure of a happen chance meeting takes place. I wonder if it is the magic of the Gulf soft evening breezes that might inspire an unexpected sense of wonder that leaves one in a kind of awed daze. Maybe it’s the combination of many factors….including being smitten with that southern charm. It’s a lovely feeling and no need to deny enjoying some innocent flirting. This is the vacation romance I imagined.

However; my vacation romance has nothing to do with just one person, nor does it have anything to do with just people. It encompasses something I never imagined.



Discerning for myself that the magnetic pull of romance from the Gulf itself came without typical feelings of vulnerability was enlightening. There was no doubt that feeling this lust for the sexy white sandy beach and the sultry blue splendor of the gulf had everything to do with why I felt an odd sense of belonging there. It was right feeling, it is an affinity I have.

On the shores of the Gulf of Mexico I was at home away from home.

Feeling like I was home has never been something I had ever experienced anywhere outside of my native Oregon. The spiritual connection with the gulf I can’t explain, yet I cannot minimize it either. Associating my feelings regarding the relationship to the two weeks I spent in the Gulf of Mexico in Florida to a romantic entanglement perfectly helps express my feelings. I fell in love/lust with the lifestyle, the climate, the energy, and the people there. And….. the healing salt water of the Gulf.

St Pete Beach Florida is my kind of community—-and I am in love……only I never knew it until June 2016.





The Wonder of Being Winter Struck


I love the snow

The pristine sparkling dust that dances through the air

Softly falling to a soft down on the ground

Seemingly it soften the hard edges of a cold winter’s night

While all of God’s critters seek shelter, each of us become snowboun

It’s as quiet as a forest,  to my wonder and my delight


I love the snow.

Each flake like a diamond from the sky

Here inside tucked in by warmth, and with little sound

I’m mindful of the wonder that has struck with such spectra

It fills the room with an aura of romance and  nostalgia

I love the snow

And listening as the wind begins its lonesome song.

As each snowflake lights up my sight

They feel like candle light

I’ve never seen the snow so bright

As on this winter’s night




Random thoughts & photo inspired by a cold evening during Winter’s fierce first storm ~ Oregon’s High Desert  USA * November 19 2014

(photo-shop enhanced)


Mission Accomplished

Road trip home; Mission accomplished

Clackamas Oregon 
While I have heard it said that you cannot go back home again I beg to differ. The fact that home may have changed should not alter the fact that home is where it’s always been, and though the people as much as the place change with a blink of the eye. their still home.
Home for me is Clackamas Oregon, and it is where my brothers still are, literally within blocks from where we grew up. My Bros (an endearment I have used for years) unlike me never really ever left the neighborhood we grew up in.
Last weekend my daughter and I made the three-hour road trip across the Cascade mountain range with the wind at our backs and the sun on our faces with a mission. That mission was to surprise my two brothers with a weekend visit. My sister-in laws and my nieces were part of intelligence required to pull off such a feat. But as it happens an unintentional leak accidentally happened and one bro discovered we were coming before we even left.
No biggie, the only expectation I went with was being with my family and seeing a few other life-long friends. 
It was a beautiful balmy and sun filled afternoon when we left Bend, we commented to one another about it being a beautiful day for a road trip. Chatting like my daughter Jani & I do every time we are together with topics flying around us so often I’m not sure anyone else could (or want to) keep up with or conversations. (my daughter’s permission to use her real name when I asked was just a snicker of consent.)
Part of what made this trip so amazingly special to me was my daughter was part of it all. 
Leaving Bend the weather was gorgeous, one of the 300 plus days of sunshine on the high desert of Oregon. As we began to really climb in elevation near Mt Hood though we and fellow travelers were met with slushy to frozen highway conditions, snow falling mixed with some gusty winds. My daughter who has become quite proficient in driving in all kinds of snow and ice conditions navigated the road and other travelers with a nonplussed style, My daughter created a sense of confidence that made the whole trip, including the hour of tense road conditions relaxing for this passenger. Once we reached the summit (5900 ft) and began to descend the road conditions and weather improved, albeit we knew we were traveling down closer to sea level and into the valley with its notorious overcast skies and it’s misty damp air.
Thankfully Mother Nature was on our side this trip.
Traveling with my adult daughter for this trip was such a gift that I decided to make the weekend about comfort and independence as well; so with our reserved room at the more than comfortable Hampton Inn.  After checking in to our room we set foot about to accomplish our mission, heading out to my little brothers who happens to live just a few doors down from my older brother.
Part of the planning was to include open mic night at the pub where my brother often plays. We created quite the entourage even with just us:  My daughter Janis, my older brother Steve, my younger brother Doug, his lady Theresa,  good friend Jamey, my Matron of Honor from 40 plus years ago Linda, my soul daughter & her husband Jamie & Tony, my niece Jodie & her husband Jared. Just now I counted us all, including me there were 11 of us. of course this count does not include the other musicians and friends that are regulars at the pub’s open mic night. 
It was an awesome full house, especially for an open mic night. The music was fine and it was fun, cover tunes that we all knew. Once they started playing The Eagles everyone in the house was singing along.
I love that kind of feeling that live music lets even strangers feel like old friends.


My Bro Doug and Pete.

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Me doing what I love; listening to my little brother play.


My Baby Brother solo.

(not so much a baby I agree, but he will always be my baby brother.)


Me & Theresa soul sisters and partner’s in crime.

Friday night was just a hoot. And by the end of the evening there were now three of us coming in to the Hampton Inn and passing the front desk. Now mind you please, only two people are registered to our room and since 9/11 here the USA lodging proprietors are required to know who is in their units. An additional per person rate is typically applied beyond double occupancy.

Passing by the front desk there are now three of us, and one of us was feeling a bit three sheets to the wind. (and I am not telling you who it was, but it wasn’t me, and wasn’t my daughter) The night clerk just smiled and welcomed us home from our evening out. Never a word about an added charge, or whose name’s were who. My friend Linda, my daughter Janis & I were in fits of giggles as the nightlife wore on, much like a slumber party of silly 10-year-old girls. Janis fell asleep about midnight leaving Linda and I to catch up until sleep took over about 3:30am.  When I was 16 yrs old I first met Linda, we have been the best of best friends for almost 44 years now. We are both single now and living life far different from our earlier years. I love the comfort in knowing she is always there.

Saturday was all the family day. My grandson, nieces & husbands, grand-niece, all gathered at my little Bro’s. One of the coolest unexpected things to happen was also being able to see two friends I have known since I was 4 yrs old. They are a brother and sister, Dizzy is my oldest brother’s good friend and his little sister Marilyn is my age and we were the very best of friends. Meeting in our closely knit neighborhood when we were just 4 yrs old riding our bikes everywhere we went. We for many years were inseparable, both loved the Beatles and Paul Revere & the Raiders. Seeing these two people I love like family was an unexpected gift. .

If it hadn’t been for my daughter I wouldn’t have these precious photos, I was too overwhelmed by living in the moment to think about capturing it. I am so grateful she did.

Thank you Jani for the weekend and the photos documenting it. Thank you also to Theresa, Sybil, Jodie, and Kelly for being my partners in crime.

Mission accomplished!

Going eastward home.  Mt Hood, her majestic self in the sunny skies.


Winter’s Wild Wonderland

Finding delight during the height of the Christmas season brings a special sparkle. I love the classic (might I say vintage?) Christmas songs we all have grown up with, Hearing them year after year brings with them attached memories. I have this my first Christmas being single been especially remembering Christmas with my brothers, and with that has brought the soft feeling of being a bit homesick.

So this year I am going home!

The week after Christmas my daughter & I will be with my brothers & their families. I have a grand-niece who I will be meeting for the first, I am so looking forward to the trip. My brothers don’t know we are coming. My sister in-laws’ and I decided to make a surprise out of it for both my brothers who think they will not see me at all this holiday.

This means a road trip with my daughter as we will be making the trek across the Cascade Mountain range from our small home town on the high desert to the big city of Portland Oregon, Affectionately known as P-town.

All of this is very weather dependent of course. because of the temperamental climate of the wild winter wonderland of the Oregon mountains. Makes me think of the Christmas son Winter Wonderland.

The trip over the mountain pass this time of year can be quite a wild adventure if caught up at 6000-7000 feet above sea level in white out conditions.  (Think good thoughts for us please)

It can also be the most Zenful trip of the year  bringing an incredible sense of peace over your whole being. This stunning winter wonderland drive over the pass very soon begins to creates a calm and quiet that gently blankets the energy inside the car. No one speaks. Everyone feels it. Our breath is literally taken by the crisp and pure beauty that lies in every direction our eyes can scan.

And the silence. the blissful silence of snow. Only the subtle tapping cadence from the studded snow tires needed for traction keep time for the orchestrated quiet.  There is no radio reception, no cell/mobile service, and there is a sense for great reverence for that kind of wild winter wonderland silence. So we honor that for a bit of time and just drive.

We are in the middle of a national forest

 A deep humble sigh escape while softly smiling. Gratitude for the gift of living amongst such spectacular grace of nature is a shared thought. Day dreams about the little cabin nestled under the shelter of the great pines, tall sentry’s guarding at its sides. Then the narratives begin. As we wind through the mountains with the back drop of the sun glancing brilliant light off the snow we begin to spin tales. The stories we tell and build with one another;  the songs we make up on the fly singing together, and the silly laughter.

All part of the magic.

….and then once again the silence will come.

Oregon’s Wild Winter Wonderland.

Merry Christmas Y’all!


It’s A Little Chilly

A wicked cold night on my high desert has me thinking soulful ‘snow-ful’ thoughts.


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Silent Snow 
Wind whispers in the night
brushing through my hair
snow so brilliant, snow so light
silent flakes dancing in the air
Twinkling lights as it blows
and silenced by its peaceful sight
                                 ~ Saturday 7 December 2013 
Today’s high 10° Fahrenheit
Current temp at 8: 05 PM -11° Fahrenheit
(5-6 inches of snow)
Record Low: -11° in 1972.
we’ll  break our record low tonight.






The Difference Time Can Make on the High Desert

The 'bend ' of the Deschutes River

The ‘bend ‘ of the Deschutes River

That life can change as sudden as the blink of an eye is never lost on me. When I started writing my 2013 NANO project the weather here on the high desert was hanging on to mild days, & sunny skies, making my view out my window from where I write quite stunning for Fall in Oregon. Even for the high desert. Fall which just happens to my favorite time of year because it represents change. At least to my way of thinking it does. The photo above I took about a month ago.  in late October as I walked the river trail outlining my new story -line.- A personal favorite place to wander on foot for a mental wander.

Locally we were beginning to think that any idea we might have that this was going to be a harsh winter were slim.

Then Mother Nature  surprised us last week as our night-time temps began dipping into single digits, and our daytime highs in the mid 20’s. Fahrenheit that is.  Old Man Winter is making an appearance after all.

My NANO?  As of this day; #25, taking most of the weekend off,  I am delighted that I am at 43,668 words towards my goal of  50,000.
I also realized while star-gazing my story won’t be told in the 50,000 word commitment I made.  I am quite okay with that.

Feeling: Astonished how things can change, so much, so fast.

Photo: What an awesome pic from James Dustin Parsons of ExtremeOregon.net. He snapped this Wednesday evening while snowshoeing on out on the closed Cascade Lakes Highway. "That yellow glow, from what I have learned, is light pollution from Portland," he wrote. "It is in every night shot I take in that direction but I think it looks cool." We agree! Do you?

FYI only ~

The gorgeous photo above is not mine, but I think it so breathtaking and representative of the beauty we are blessed with here on the desert in the winter.  I want to share it.

The highway in the photo is the beautifully scenic Cascade Lakes Highway.  This awesome pic is by James Dustin Parsons of ExtremeOregon.net. He snapped this last Wednesday evening while snowshoeing on out on the closed highway.

Mr Parson’s shared this; ” That yellow glow, from what I have learned is light pollution from Portland,” he wrote. “It is in every night shot I take in that direction, but I think it looks cool.”

I think so too James~

This 66-mile historic highway was selected by Scenic America as one of the nation’s ten most important byways. It became a National Scenic Byway in 1998 because of its outstanding scenic, natural and recreational qualities. It was also dedicated as a National Forest Scenic Byway in 1989. The byway follows a journey of water through a volcanic landscape accentuated by 14 alpine lakes. Reflected in many lakes are scenic views of Mt. Bachelor, Broken Top, and South Sister. The byway is a great way of getting in touch with cultures and communities of Central Oregon‘s high desert.

Sunflower; Good Morning!

The Brilliant; and The Oh So Humble Sunflower
Good morning brilliant sunflower
 blazed in crimson red 
in you who greets the day
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Good evening shadowed sunflower
 my spirit that you fed
Hoping that you’ll stay.

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Sunflower by the Amazing Glenn Campbell

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High Desert of Oregon Sunflowers- blazed  in crimson red.

Summer 2013

Did you know there are 52 shades of red?