Day Four: Caves and Sand We headed out from Stevens Inn in Carlsbad, NM, straight to Carlsbad Caverns National Park. Let me preface by saying that I’m claustrophobic. I’ve managed my anxiety through many caves, including Mammoth Cave National Park, Ruby Falls Cave, Fantastic Caverns and a half-dozen roadside cave attractions over the years. It’s […]
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A Happy Coddiwomple through New Mexico: Terlingua to Carlsbad
Day Three: A whole lot of highway We woke up at the Terlingua Ranch Lodge Resort, had breakfast at the Bad Rabbit Cafe and hit the highway, as we needed to get back up to Carlsbad. Marfa area This was a long leg of the trip – mostly a driving day – so we were […]
A Happy Coddiwomple through New Mexico: Dipping into Texas
Day Two: Off to west Texas We woke up and pet the host cats at Fiddlers Inn in Carlsbad, NM, and took a short walk to Blue House Bakery and Cafe. The Inn had given us a breakfast voucher, and we were excited to try a local bakery. Unfortunately, I made bad choices (I was […]
A Happy Coddiwomple through New Mexico: Roswell and Carlsbad
Day One I had hoped to break this up post up into a bunch of smaller posts from day to day, but so many of my evenings have been early to bed because we’ve run and driven ourselves ragged. I have a little gas in my tank, so let’s see how far I get. Roswell […]
Slice of Life. Seat of Strife.
I dined with my husband at a restaurant on the east side of Kansas City’s Brookside neighborhood the other night. It’s restaurant week in KC, so staffs are on their best behavior, prepared for an influx of people who don’t dine out as often, seeking new experiences at ostensibly more affordable prices. I’ve found this […]
Back to the grind
Another day. Another morning pages. Another method. I’ve been attempting to regulate my morning pages routine better. (For those unfamiliar, read up on The Artist’s Way.) So much of what makes Julia Cameron’s creativity-unleashing process work is routine or ritual. (I’d like to study the difference between routine and ritual more in writing. I don’t […]
From my notebook: Forgiven
Therapy
Who needs therapy when there is poetry and coffee and friends and cake and sunshine
12/7/2023
Another day. Another set of morning pages. In a coffee shop. Waiting on my breakfast burrito. Kinda cold in here. Should have ordered a hot coffee instead of a cold brew. Sun is beaming in and glancing across the void that is my pupil. The visual effect is more distracting than interesting. No real reason […]