Hummmm...

You're a Horse!

Versatile, powerful, and true, you have quite a reputation for hard
work and a certain unbridled spirit. Many look up to you as an example of what
people can really become, though somewhere deep down, you admit to feeling a little
bit broken. You hate racing, but are still exceptionally good at it. Beware broken
legs, dog food, and glue. If your name is Ed, you do a surprising amount of
talking.


Take the Animal Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Listen to this Fellow...

And yes, I have survived the first week of my management position....

Risky move?

Dare I take on that professional challenge again? I find my confidence is significantly wounded and tender after the implosion of my last (and only) management position...stay tuned...

Hello Out There...

Yes, I'm still here - just every single piece of my life is changing. Goodness, I've heard of midlife crisis but I thought that was when you bought a red sports car, or moved to the Bahamas or took up with a younger man....nope, I haven't done any of those things. Some choices I made for myself and some were made for me. For now let's leave it at that...

Cold,Gray Day at Carvins Cove

Such days have a certain raw beauty for me...

What the Day May Bring...

I read this poem aloud this morning though I barely needed to look at the printed page...I've loved poetry since the day my third grade teacher, Mrs. Gray, introduced me to Carl Sandburg. As I reflect on the sudden, but not completely unexpected, death of a relative today I ponder this poem yet again.

Because I could not stop for Death (712)

by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

Building Character....

I've heard it happens to most everyone at least once....