Hello from the farm, The reality of typing that is setting in as I look out the windows of my cousin’s farm house. I see harvested fields as far as the eye can see. Gone are the mountains and the topography of the Poconos, where I have spent (in total) about a third of myContinue reading “More than a Prodigal”
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Carpe Diem and a Field of Dreams
Hello from the farm, After a number of missed departure dates, managing hurricanes, freight companies, and other unexpected events, I have made it to Mallard, IA. and my dear cousin’s and husband’s farm. It is not my first time here, as they have been gracious to host me before, but this time is for anContinue reading “Carpe Diem and a Field of Dreams”
When its All Counted
Hello from a little restaurant in Danville (PB&J), We are less than 24 hours from the official opening of election day here in the country, and if I were to say it has been a national cycle like no other, most would say that is an understatement. Like many Americans, I cast an early Mail-inContinue reading “When its All Counted”
Remembering Susan
Hello from Starbucks on the campus, It is an incredibly beautiful fall day, and the colors are spectacular. I spoke with the women painting the townhouse, and they were impressed at how clean I left everything, which meant a lot because they see a lot of stuff. It is strange to feel a bit homelessContinue reading “Remembering Susan”
Onions or Ogres
Hello on a Saturday evening, I remain in Bloomsburg certainly a couple weeks beyond my expected departure date, and with perhaps two more weeks to go. The subjunctive mood perhaps is because I honestly have no real concrete, predictable, date of the installing of a correct transmission and what will follow to be on theContinue reading “Onions or Ogres”
Understanding Beauty
Hello at the end of a busy, but beautiful, fall weekend, Slowly, but consistently, things are coming together for my finishing up my time in Bloomsburg. However, things seems to occur both unexpectedly and consistently that thrown the proverbial wrench into my planned process. As I noted in my previous post, there is so littleContinue reading “Understanding Beauty”
What Constitutes Power in an Unpredictable Time?
Hello from Bloomsburg, It is the first week of October, and fall is upon North Central Pennsylvania. After an abnormally dry end of the summer, the last week has been cloudy, with intermittent showers, and the colors. which have some significant changing are muted a bit with the lack of sunshine. There is a possibleContinue reading “What Constitutes Power in an Unpredictable Time?”
Upbeat in a Melancholy Way
Hello from Starbucks on a cloudy, overcast, and misty Sunday morning, The annual pilgrimage known as the Bloomsburg Fair has finished its 169 year, and the number of trailers, 5th wheels, food trucks, and other things that make up the week long event that results in cholesterol spikes, diabetic events, food comas, and anything elseContinue reading “Upbeat in a Melancholy Way”
What Compels Me to Take This Path
Hello from Panera Bread on a Rainy First Monday of Autumn, It has been a busy day, and yet one to take some time to offer self-care. Over the past months, I have imagined, pondered, reflected, and, at morments, fretted about the impending life change that became a reality the sixteenth of August. Indeed, IContinue reading “What Compels Me to Take This Path”
Innocence or Purity
Hello from All Star Bagel Shop in Lewisburg, I have come over here before, and twice in the last month to get away and hide a bit. Lewisburg is an incredible little borough on the banks of the Susquehanna as well as the home of Bucknell University. I have a blessed friend who is employedContinue reading “Innocence or Purity”
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