LEAP and Linger. My 53rd Birthday Present. Tandem Paragliding over Southern Oregon Mountains. Linger. Linger is my new friend. I choose to become very familiar, as intimate as I can with Linger. "To be slow in parting" is one definition. My relationship with this word linger stuck to me like 'white on rice' in contact... Continue Reading →
“Your seeds are going to grow. Just wait and see.” The promise of a 6 year old.
I planted seeds in little black pots 15 days ago. Even while I planted them I could feel doubt leaking through my pores dampening my gloves from the inside. I kept sighing heavily and under my weighted breath, I mumble to myself "Damn! It takes so much patience handling these delicate tiny seeds!" The gruff... Continue Reading →