"One hundred years from now, as people look back on
our use of this continent, we shall not be praised for our
reckless use of its oil, nor the loss of our forests;
we shall be heartily damned for all these things.
But we may take comfort in the knowledge that we
shall certainly be thanked for the national parks."

~Secretary of the Interior Ray Lyman Wilbur, 1931

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

QuickPost - May 9, 2012

What a crazy coincidence that I check my blog and it has been exactly 1 year. 365 days. 1 solar cycle. (Approximately) 12 lunar cycles.

Tomorrow is C's birthday, and weather I think about it as one year from her last birthday, or 1 year ago, so much has happened in this 1 year. I think I could come up with a major life challenge or accomplishment for every month!

My frank and honest written note to myself from Monday sums up the year nicely:
"I am so torn by the life of the businesswoman--successful, productive, powerful, savvy, making women proud, proving, improving. But it is boring in an office. The catch-22 of the powersuit. Why is it 'better' to have the powersuit reputation?"

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

QuickPost - May 10, 2011

You know you're personal geography is chaos when you get a phone call from the library telling you your library card is in.

The library in the town in which you lived.....2 home-places ago.
Yes, the library in the town in which I lived two towns ago called me today. It's only 4,000+ miles away....

Monday, April 25, 2011

PoemPost - April 25, 2011

Ode to the Red Rocks!
Shining bright
when the varnish reflects
and the smooth coals of rocks
glow

it fills the soul with warmth.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

A Poem from the Trail Rondy about Shared Use (nerd I am)

They came together with motors and soles
voices together discussing their foes

the challenges, each other, creatively woven
talking together, it's touchy, they've chosen

to attend a place the others will be
and they find it's the haters and aggressors they seeth

the idiots who disregard their fellow humans
"Your work ain't worth a dime," their treads yell as they're zoomin'

without a face to step up to the plate
admit that the action involves lots of hate

the do-er, aggressor, whatever you call 'em.
Did they know what they're doing, when they tore up a trail that day then?

Is it ignorance that an idiot makes
or malice that feeds the idiocy debate?

If we saw the action could we stop them, would we try?
Would they understand when they see the white in our eyes?

The potentials for salt water tears welling up saying "this trail is forever, we hope, we want
your action may ruin it all for the rest on foot or with motor, we all like the jaunts

but one day done wrong because you didn't know
or worse--didn't care that your action would show

and last for decades--year at best
unless someone comes, heavy equipment to test

if the trail needs rebuilding it might be ruined
but if not we'll come together like bruins

tough and ready, to tackle and restore
come together and unite, to make so much more

we'll conquer the idiocy and ignore the idiots
focus on family and friends, really it's

all about the future--not years but tomorrow
to retain our neighbors and the land that we borrow.