Get me outta here! From Broken to Blended. Widowed by Fate, Blended by Love. An empty house is like a stray dog or a body from which life has departed. The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

I honestly would not have survived these last three years without exercise and working out. It has been one of my most loyal allies, getting me through the days that I had no choice but to just get through. The body is often forgotten i.

There has been a deep peace, vast calm and fury, strange comradeships and intimacies, and many times my life and all my possessions have tottered on the far side of the balance, but as yet, from each such encounter I have in the end come away, unharmed, and even toughened.

Backpacking and philosophizing in the Grand Canyon. Forced from my warm down sleeping bag by a bathroom call, I was initially disappointed that the earlier starry sky had been replaced by a cloud bank; but now I stand still and just enjoy the rare perfect silence. Maybe when I peered into the canyon fo.

Spruce Run and the Sunshine Sister.

Wanderings in the Sierra Nevada mountains. The Range of Light filled John Muir with child-like wonder, joy and awe. Do the mountains still inspire today? For going to the mountains is like going home. I had to go there, if only for two weeks. One of the gladdest moments of human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routin.

I try to stand up, but to no avail. I no longer feel I have control over my body. I drove back to the lodge on two wheels, getting there in a half-hour. Just enough time to shower and get ready for class.

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