A Garden in the Sky Update — The kitties and I have been quite busy for the last couple of weeks with building a new little paradise in our “Garden in the Sky” — a balcony off of my yoga room. They have been very helpful with plant selection and with digging and have been partaking in…

A vibrant evening — Alaskan racing pigs, The Hip Hypnotist, Ferris wheels, crazy rides, the smell of cotton candy — these are the sights, sounds and smells that come to my mind when I think about the Orange County Fair. It has been a few years since we ventured out to the fair, but…

My little backyard hummingbird is a star! — For years, I have admired, and been in a bit of awe, of the photographs on the walls of the Orange County Fair Photography Exhibition. I always said, “Someday, I’ll enter a photo and see what happens.” Well, this year was the someday! I entered ten photos and really had…

Stones and bones hide memories: Prompt response — Do rocks dream? Rhythms of a slower nature, stories of endurance dancing through their finely woven striations? Can they feel the pulse of our lives, even though they inhabit the realm of eons, rather than of breaths? Perhaps they do breathe though — slow exhales of minerality, and inhales of…

Summer Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Shine!” — Bisou glows golden in the sunlight. We’ve always called our Bisou the “soft-focus kitty” because his outer layer of fur (he’s part Maine Coon and has two layers of fur) is so fine and golden that he just glows when the sunlight hits him. I’ve been spending a lot of time this week trying to finish…

To say that it has been a rough couple of weeks is an understatement. We came home from a “dream trip” to Alaska to the news that my Emerson was gone. It was something I could not even fathom. The mind warp that came with the knowledge that my former…

I came home to one dead cat, one injured cat, damage to my home, a web of lies and unimaginable grief — I just wonder — does she have any comprehension of the pain she has caused, or of the horror that my baby must have felt in those last moments facing a bobcat’s jaws? I just can’t get that picture out of my head — the terror. It’s incomprehensible. Only a…

A slice of heaven — Like ghostly apparitions, the sliced peaks, which, from the ground, normally appear as jagged teeth biting into the sky, drift into a sea of fog, their granite bases invisible. From sea level, you would not see them. But from thirty-thousand feet up, they prick the floor of the heavens. Did…

Grief is a dagger in the heart — I folded laundry for the first time without you yesterday. And I’m going to make the bed today and put your little blanket in the corner, by my feet, where you slept so deeply for almost eight years. You’re not here to batter down the door to the bathroom in…