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The Story of a Girl

The Story of a Girl

Once there was a girl. Her heart was wild. It fluttered and wandered; it wanted more. It wanted everything.

Full of love and curiosity, some days she’d wake up with no idea of where either would take her. What story would unfold that day? Who could know? What could be more exciting?

She moved across the world mostly unseen. Some days day her toes would be in the ocean and others they would stand high above the edge a valley, Earth spilling out below.

The song that carried her along changed from day to day like the color of her eyes. When the girl was unsure and didn’t know how to move forward, other kind hearts would lend their song to pull her along. Go on, wild little heart. Keep going, they’d say. We’re here to carry you.

And each day, she was grateful.


This post is part of a 29 posts in 29 days blogging challenge hosted by Kathy at Today’s writing prompt: A Story You Love To Tell
My Favorite Motorcycle Boots

My Favorite Motorcycle Boots

Buy right, buy once.

That was my thinking when I saw the Sidi Adventure GORETEX boots. At the time, it was painful looking at their $550 price tag. “Five hundre…?! *faints*” But in the last 4 years of duty, they’ve kept my feet warm and dry, buckles still buckle, velcro does what it’s supposed to. Plus, they look a little badass.

Besides, $137.50 a year? That seems a little more palatable, doesn’t it? Though they are ridiculously squeaky they are by far, the best motorcycle boots I’ve ever owned.

Their life in pictures 馃檪

That’s them with their siblings – the middle child.

Meeting a celebrity who shall remain nameless.

Showing up at the party wearing the same boots, how embarrassing.

Starting to show their scuffage while meeting the Gemini Giant.


This post is part of a 29 posts in 29 days blogging challenge hosted by Kathy at Today’s writing prompt: Favorite Shoes
REPOST: PMS – The Silent Killer

REPOST: PMS – The Silent Killer

I made this image back in 2013 when Long Island was being pummeled by another snowstorm. The weather lately has been much the same – we’re measuring snow in feet.

I’ve seen this image posted, re-posted with my blog name removed – which is annoying, my words re-used, the image cut in half and other people’s garages placed on top and a few other remixes. It’s been interesting to聽see it take on it’s own life out there in the wild of the internet.

That was my dog Luna, who is now probably barking at the guy delivering mail to the rainbow bridge.聽The Ural is gone, too. The Enfield in the foreground will be heading out this year as well. The earmarks that I see that place this image as mine have changed quite a bit. That’s all part of weathering the storm, I guess.


This post is part of a 29 posts in 29 days blogging challenge hosted by Kathy at Today’s writing prompt: The Weather
Old Enough To Know Better

Old Enough To Know Better

If you asked 21-year-old you, what 41-year-old you would be like – what would you have said?

I’m sitting here wracking my brain trying to remember what it was like to think like a 21-year-old. What was I doing? What was I dreaming about? The answer on both counts was probably: nothing much. I wasn’t especially motivated by “the future.” Thinking back about how I spent my time it seemed to be about immediate gratification versus carefully plotting or planning anything. More grasshopper, less ant.

Now that 42 is taunting聽me from 2 weeks in the future, I assess myself as doing聽more preparatory scheming than I did at 21. More ant, less grasshopper. But there are days when I wish I could re-learn to be impulsive. Oxymoron? Sometimes it feels like I think way too much about things before I make them happen.

Of course there are dangers to being impulsive. Rangers often find themselves rescuing inexperienced hikers from high elevations because they weren’t prepared with proper clothing, food, water or knowledge. That’s when impulsive decisions are stupid. Would I have ever done that – climbed to some high elevation without any consideration of the weather or anything else? Probably not.

It seems that my impulses are still guided by knowledge, however small. Or maybe by some assessment of the situation that calculates probable success; a聽calculation that happens so fast聽I’m聽not even aware of it. Maybe I’ve looked at this whole impulse thing wrong.聽Maybe what I’m really prattling about is spontaneity?

1.聽acting or done without forethought.
synonyms: impetuous, spontaneous, hasty, passionate, emotional, uninhibited;


performed or occurring as a result of a sudden inner impulse or inclination and without premeditation or external stimulus.
synonyms: unplanned, unpremeditated, unrehearsed, impulsive, impetuous, unstudied, impromptu, spur-of-the-moment, extempore, extemporaneous;
(of a person) having an open, natural, and uninhibited manner.
synonyms: natural, uninhibited, relaxed, unselfconscious, unaffected, open, genuine, easy, free and easy;

Am I splitting hairs here? Does being impulsive seem like it can be more reckless than being spontaneous? Maybe not. Does it matter what it’s called if the desired outcome is the same? And that desired outcome is more heart-following, less hemming and hawing over whether it’s a good idea or not. Besides, no matter what it’s called it is done with the same amount of acquired knowledge.

How often does some inspiration come to you and in that immediate flash you’re excited by it!聽… only to talk yourself back down off the ledge聽and to a list of reasons why you should slow down? Maybe divine inspiration, maybe spontaneity is your real voice? Maybe that other聽voice that muscles in with its reasons why not is an asshole. Or maybe the voice of reason is the one that prolongs your life? Maybe there is a balance between the two? Maybe you learn that balance with age.

Maybe I’ve finally reached old enough to know better.

Better? Maybe. Maybe not.


This post is part of a 29 posts in 29 days blogging challenge hosted by Kathy at Today’s writing prompt: Your Age
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