love, relationships · mountains · self concepts · Uncategorized

The Healer

I went to a Deva Primal concert in Boulder.   It was amazing.  She asked us to turn to someone beside us and chant to each other.  I chanted with a women whose eyes were clear, and  her heart was open. In the break we chatted.  I told her she had such a great spirit.… Continue reading The Healer

altitude · love, relationships

Its not nuclear war

It's not nuclear war, we are just trying to get health insurance! This is the cry of my fiance as he is attempting to get me on his health insurance policy. He puts me on the phone with the insurance broker, who tries to pretend he is my friend.  After a little small talk about how… Continue reading Its not nuclear war

altitude · love, relationships · self concepts

domestic bliss

On our way back to Breckenridge with our SUV full ,we stopped for a romantic walk by Lake Dillon. The ice melting in the 60 degree sunlight at 8,000 ft in the mountain we walked along stopping to kiss. I love this area in Spring, a time of hope, a time of renewal, a time of new beginnings.

digital detox · love, relationships · mountains · self concepts · stress, addiction

digital detox

I went to a workshop with the talented Amy Lieberman integrative health life coach (www.amylieberman.com). She spoke about going on a digital detox diet, (disconnect to reconnect). Turning off the pings and dings on your devices to reduce stress.

bar scene · love, relationships · new experiences, travel · new relationships · single crusing

Having a guest up in the mountains

My brother from another mother came down to visit me in Breckenridge.  After a sushi dinner I wanted him to see the town at night.  My fiance goes to bed about 9:30 and gave us his blessing to go out and party.  We went to one bar and had a half pint of local brew… Continue reading Having a guest up in the mountains

living on purpose · love, relationships · mountains · new relationships · the divine

Adapting to each others rhythms

Adapting to each others rhythms takes courage after 7 years of living alone. It seems this morning I stole my fiance’s pillow, and would not give it back in my sleep. I talk in my sleep - last night I was mumbling about aircraft hangers. I have been told I sometimes sleep with my legs bent up in the air, on my back. Combine that with nightly gratitude lists said out loud before sleep, and prayers before bed, no wonder my previous husband had his own room.