“All truly wise thoughts have been thought already, thousands of times; but to truly make them ours, we must think them over again, honestly, till they take root in our personal experience.” Johann Goethe… Continue Reading
Monthly Archives: July 2009
Unconscious Mutterings : Week 338
After a week of rest, vacation and backpacking, I return to my favorite blog post – ever. Unconscious mutterings. Here we can stretch our legs, clear our unconscious, and get ready for a great week. It’s also a chance to win fabulous prizes like Miss Riss from Wild Hair did in our last Unconscious Mutterings…. Continue Reading
Friday Fiction .: The Fey :. Chapter Twenty-Three
Previous Chapters CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE She turned the shower to cold. Holding her breath, she stepped under the frigid water stream of water. She continued: “I’m Alexandra Hargreaves. I’m married to… well… I think I’m… no… I was married to… no… I’m going to marry…. What’s his name?” She giggled. Oh crap. This is Ketamine. She… Continue Reading
We're back!
We had a wonderful time on the trail! Rose was a trooper, of course. I’m not sure why, but there’s so much catch up when we return from backpacking. I’ll be back with photos very soon!… Continue Reading
Unconscious Mutterings on vacation this week
Sorry folks, I asked Pea if I could have the prompts early, but no can do. I can’t post them from the Colorado Trail. We shall mutter again next Sunday, promise! Cheers! Claudia… Continue Reading
On the trail….
I’m heading out today, Friday, for the Colorado Trail. In 2006, we quit our jobs and left our home to hike the 450 miles of the Colorado Trail. We made it 150 miles to Leadville before the snow (in August) pushed us off the trail. We’d promised ourselves we would continue on the trail one… Continue Reading
Friday Fiction .: The Fey :. Chapter Twenty-Two
Previous Chapters CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO “Count,” Jesse said. Alex counted the steps out loud, “One, two, three, four, five”, turn, “one, two, three four, five”. They stopped on a landing where a long set of stairs continued straight forward into the darkness. “No. Keep your count,” Jesse said. On her left, Alex noticed a set of… Continue Reading
About Claudia (part five) Facts turned bullshit
My parents were… odd. My mother suffered from bouts of paranoia and schitzophrenia. To treat her paranoia, she drank. A lot. My father dealt with her irratic behavior by withdrawing into himself. They had no friends. They had no social life. They lived an incredibly isolated existance – the island of odd. Not knowing any… Continue Reading