Birdsong

Wrens heralded our arrival in canyon country, their cascading songs carrying across the waters of the Colorado. Back in Wyoming, meadowlarks, red-winged blackbirds, mourning doves and robins fill the early morning light outside the bedroom window with sound.



Their voices are a welcome harbinger of spring!

Grand Canyon Redux

The last time I was in the belly of the beast, I felt like this raft getting cartwheeled in the Ledge Hole:

This time around, it felt like I had this watery torrent outside Redwall Cavern running through me, flushing that past trauma out of my system:

The process left me staggering to my feet on the flip side, feeling like this inside:

I am grateful to have had the chance and capacity to reboot my relationship with this wonderful place. Everyone involved deserves a medal of honor for standing by me as I ran the gauntlet.

Kinfolk

Spiritual dopplegängers. Kindred souls. Like-minded individuals.

You know the type?


Well, I might have found mine. She's just way higher achieving than me.

Does that make Jessica Orecek my wannabe sister from another mister instead?

Laughter Is Just GOOD

Oh, JT. Fake hair does nothing for you. But I'm still in. Even when you're upstaged by two broads. Still a fan. You're genius by proximity.