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Tag: life

  • Road Trip For The Aging Hippie

    Lyrics for my original song. Join our 2026 journey cross country. Today it begins.

    [Verse 1]

    Back in the day, we wanted to roam and play,

    Life felt so simple, nothing stood in our way.

    Bell-bottomed jeans, and our hair long and free,

    One small bag carried all we’d need.

    [Chorus]

    Oh, road trip for the aging hippie,

    With memories and dreams still so trippy,

    Pack it all up, hit the road once more,

    Follow the sun through that open door.

    [Verse 2]

    Music blaring, windows cranked down low,

    Not knowing exactly where we wanted to go.

    But today’s journey, it needs a plan,

    Filling the senior citizen version of a hippie van.

    [Chorus]

    Oh, road trip for the aging hippie,

    With memories and dreams still so trippy,

    Pack it all up, hit the road once more,

    Follow the sun through that open door.

    [Bridge]

    Bringing just the essentials, got bags piled

    Clothes kept simple.Need room for medical supplies

    One bag just for shoes, they’re orthopedic now,

    Barefooting’s a memory; our feet won’t allow

    [Verse 3]

    Save room for the gel, to tame this wild hair,

    That flowing, long look is now wispy and rare.

    Windows no longer crank, they slide like a dream,

    Heated seats cradling us, like warm sunshine beams.

    [Chorus]

    Oh, road trip for the aging hippie,

    With memories and dreams still so trippy,

    Pack it all up, hit the road once more,

    Follow the sun through that open door

    [Verse 4]

    In our minds, we’re youthful, with hearts full of cheer,

    Letting enthusiasm cover all that we fear.

    Taking in the landscapes, the sunsets so grand,

    With laughter and love, wobbling a bit as we stand..

    [Outro]

    So here’s to the journey. Joy filling our hearts,

    Let’s hit the road, let this adventure start.

    Life might have changed, but we’re still alive,

    On a road trip for the aging hippie, we’re ready to drive.

  • A Quiet Crossing

    This year does not end with a celebration.
    It ends with an exhale.

    It has been a tumultuous year — politically loud, emotionally charged, and unexpectedly heavy. A year that brought loss we didn’t see coming. A year that tested patience, resilience, and the ability to stay soft when everything felt hard.

    There are still many moments when our country feels fractured, when anger seems easier than hope. When the noise makes it hard to hear our own thoughts, let alone each other.

    And yet.

    In the midst of all this disruption, something else happened quietly.

    We created a book that promised light at the end of the tunnel. It was not just a slogan. It was a belief we needed to hold onto ourselves. We wrote words meant to steady us. We shaped something gentle in a time that was anything but.

    We created music in the darkest corners of the year. Songs born not from ease, but from necessity. We found a way to share that music with others. It could travel beyond us. It could remind someone else that they weren’t alone.

    That is what makes this a quiet crossing.

    Not because the year was calm — it wasn’t.
    But because we are leaving it with intention.

    We are not carrying everything forward. We are setting some things down. The outrage. The exhaustion. The constant vigilance. We honor what this year asked of us, without letting it define what comes next.

    This crossing isn’t about forgetting.
    It’s about choosing what deserves space in the days ahead.

    So as the calendar turns, we step forward gently. A little wiser. A little more worn. Still hopeful. Still creating. Still believing that light matters — especially when it has to be made by hand.

    This is how we cross: quietly, honestly, carrying forward our own flicker of light.

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  • When the World Pauses Without Asking

    Firefighter speaking to me over my Ring Doorbell

    Holidays are supposed to arrive gently.
    Marked by familiar rituals.
    By comfort.
    By things we expect.

    But sometimes the season is interrupted.

    A sound you didn’t anticipate.
    An impact you didn’t see coming.
    A moment where everything shifts, and suddenly the world you knew five minutes ago no longer exists in the same way.

    When a car crashed into my house, it wasn’t just damage to walls and windows. It was the feeling that routine had been broken. That life, once again, had reminded me how quickly everything can change. It was Thanksgiving. We were together, as a family. Then, just like that, everything changed.

    It felt strangely familiar.

    Like the moment when someone you love is gone,
    grief enters—the light in the room changes.

    There is a pause that follows moments like these —
    not one we choose, but one we are given.
    A forced stillness.
    A slowing we didn’t plan for. 

    The world keeps moving,
    but we are held in place,
    trying to understand how we got here.

    And the holidays don’t stop.
    Lights still glow.
    People still rush.
    Music still plays.

    But inside, we begin to move differently.
    More carefully.
    More slowly.
    We notice what matters
    because we have no energy left for what doesn’t.

    This kind of pause is not peaceful —
    at least not at first.
    It carries fear, frustration, and unanswered questions.
    It asks us to breathe when breathing feels hard.

    So now it’s Christmas, and so much is still unresolved with my house.
    With every breath, I need to swallow frustration.
    Allow space for unanswered questions.
    Let the uncomfortable pause not paralyze me with fear,
    but teach me.

    Life is fragile.
    Control is an illusion.
    Presence — real, honest presence —
    is sometimes all we have to offer.


    So this holiday season, I’m allowing interruption.
    I’m letting disruption invite stillness.
    I’m honoring the pause —
     even when it arrives through shock or loss.

    Because sometimes,
    when the world changes in an instant,
    the most human thing we can do is
    stop and remember:
    I am here.
    I am breathing.
    I need to let that be enough.

  • Trying to Breathe

    Cleaning crew removed everything from storage

    I’ve been trying to stay centered on peace and joy.
    It’s that time of year, after all — the season of light, of calm, of remembering what matters

    But the truth is, I’m still standing in the middle of a mess.

    A driver ran into my house.
    The damage is real. The disruption lingers.
    And the insurance process — slow, unclear, incomplete — has added another layer of strain. There are unanswered questions. Partial approvals. An estimate that far exceeds what’s been offered. Unnerving silence where communication should be.

    And here I am, trying to figure out what comes next.

    I’m sharing this not because my story is unique — it isn’t. This is how life works. This is how unexpected things arrive. This is how we end up in hard places, still trying to function, still trying to breathe.

    Some days feel especially dark.

    I notice the anger. The tightness in my chest. The urge to replay conversations, searching for something I might have said or misunderstood, to solve everything all at once. I know anger doesn’t repair walls. It doesn’t move claims forward. It doesn’t bring clarity.

    So I come back to the smallest things I can control.

    One breath.
    One step.
    One moment of noticing something beautiful — even though that feels out of place right now.

    I remind myself that peace is something I have to work on every day.  I need to return to it again and again while things are still unresolved.

    This is me working through a dark time.
    This is me trying to stay soft without being naive.
    This is me choosing not to carry anger, even when I have every reason to feel it.

    And if you’re walking through something hard too, know that I get it. This is hard work.

    Be courageous with me —breathe — and keep breathing — until the next step becomes clear.

    Here’s What I Am Going Do Right Now

    Breathe in slowly, reminding myself that everything is safe in this moment.
    Breathe out gently, releasing what I cannot solve today.
    Feel my heart and rest, just here, just now.

    This is my one step
    And this is enough.