Yesterday was the official last day of summer break for my son. As we drove to the campus this morning, I noticed he had the first day jitters. I reminded him that if he believes he can do anything, he will, and that every choice he makes today will have a direct impact on his...
Whirlwind of a ride pretty much sums up our trip, although looking at the words now, I see that I am putting it to you mildly. To kick off our two-week motorcycle road trip from California to Colorado, brother-in-law’s bike wouldn’t start. It was a few expletives and a slammed tool box lid later before...
We’ve all been there. A door in our life begins to close. In a desperate attempt to hold tightly to what is familiar, we cram excuses like a door stop into the sliver of open space, struggling to keep the door open. I will not stand staring at the closing door. I will turn my...
Today, as I sat staring out the window at the snow-white plum blossoms that had managed to hold their own during the fierce morning winds, I thought about my friends and their current struggles — about their life layers. I remembered a piece I had written almost a year ago while dealing with my own...
This week was a long one. My brother-in-law lost two friends to a car accident, and a good friend of mine is experiencing serious health problems. Although I have not talked to her much about it, her suffering has touched me on a deep level. By Friday afternoon, I was feeling overwhelmed by the weight...
Mahatma Gandhi said, “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” Two weeks ago, I felt what it means to forgive — what it means to be strong. Not only was I able to forgive myself for mistakes I have made during my nearly 40 years on planet Earth, I have been...
“There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works...
I sit atop a knoll, overlooking the original homestead of my late great-grandparents Charles and Clara Wiening. Maggie, a sweet border collie sprawls out under the canopy of a maple tree, panting and chewing on a stick that has nearly disintegrated under her drool and sharp teeth. The rush of water flowing through the irrigation...
The elements in the high desert can change in an instant. Light, wind, and rain all do what they want to do when they want to do it. One minute the sky is clear and sunny and so blue you can’t believe a color that vibrant exists. The next, a pregnant storm cloud booms overhead and...
Damn! I was lazy, Now my new skirt is torn. Should have cut out that pesky tag. Instead, I pulled the thing off with my hands. Rip! Frayed ends of fabric poke out. Now a hole reminds me, I was lazy. Damn. © 2011 Amber Galusha Amber GalushaAlways exploring, creating and cultivating, and sharing what...
