19 August, 2016

Please come to the Black Hills...

Now, this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round
And I doubt it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I've lost or found and all that I ain't got
I still need to lean to
Somebody I can sing to....

There ain’t no gold and there ain’t nobody like me...
I’m the number one fan of the man from Illinois. :)

22 July, 2016

God Bless

The summer of 2016 will go down in my memory book as one of the most enjoyable since I was a child. Peaceful bike rides through the beautiful Black Hills, hikes, playing with my adorable dog. Picking wild raspberries, working on projects around the house, and chasing my dream of success as an artist.

I know none of this would be possible without God in my life. I remind myself every day how blessed I am to live here, to be a part of this country where I can still dream. To be able to worship as I wish and enjoy the freedom that so many before me fought and died to achieve.

Thank you, God. :)

I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength. 

Philippians 4:12-13

05 June, 2016

Crazy Horse

There’s so much to do here...today is the bi-annual Crazy Horse Volksmarch (an organized hike), a 10K or 6.2-mile woodlands ramble to the world’s largest mountain carving in progress in the southern Black Hills of South Dakota. I’ve hiked this once or twice a year since I moved here, and it is always a treat. It averages two to four hours ( I’ve done both times; depends on chatty I am!!) to complete. I quickly learned to pace myself due to the terrain and peak elevation (nearly 6,500 feet above sea level).

Some trails are dirt and gravel work roads that lead up to the Crazy Horse mountain carving. Today’s trail was a bit different, more twists and turns and ups and downs; narrow foot paths through the woods along the base of the mountain. The turn-around point is on the arm of Crazy Horse directly in front of the nine-story-high face, which was completed June 3, 1998. It is an amazing up-close view of the mountain and a view of the surrounding hills that is unavailable to
anyone unless you participate in the hike!
Work continues on the rest of what will be the largest sculpture in the world.

A great workout, a beautiful day, with a local mountain goat
adding to the ambiance. :)

08 May, 2016

His 'Amigo' guitar

I have a rather eclectic collection of music on my iPod/alarm clock; I never know who will wake me up. David Ball and ‘Amigo’ greeted me one morning this week, and I instantly thought of my favorite non-techie guy. He’s a musician who, like most I imagine, is quite fond of his guitar. Based on stories he’s told me, they’ve been through thick and thin and perhaps found themselves in a mess or two during the years. :)

He finds comfort in his music. It brings him peace; he enjoys playing and singing and I love to listen. He’ll be saddling up soon with his old friend and hittin’ the road, headed in my direction. Countin’ the days? Yup!! :)

Some people think you're just an old guitar
That may be true but that's not all you are
No matter where I go or what I do
I can always find a friend in you...

17 April, 2016

Gypsy Soul

My dad frequently said ‘Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it spins.’ As almost always was the case, daddy had his shit together.

I find myself absolutely whizzing through my life at a pace faster than I ever imagined. God moved me from the desert of Arizona to the pines of the Black Hills in South Dakota, and I am so very grateful. Three years ago today I was driving through a blizzard (I’m from the desert. I didn’t know how to drive in a blizzard) on my way here to my next adventure. I followed a friend who graciously drove a U-haul packed with all my worldly possessions, my pick up truck trailered behind and me and my faithful dog Miss Ellie completing the tiny caravan in my car. It felt odd knowing my life’s stuff was in that little U-haul and truck, art supplies and cowboy boots, family mementos, a few antiques, my favorite baseball cap. I left my bed and most of my furniture behind to make room for said art supplies; my priorities are in order!! :)

Some friends call me a gypsy. I’m happy with less stuff and more of life’s surprises. The unpredictable weather finds Ellie and I sleeping on friends’ couches occasionally, and I’ve moved 4 times with number 5 coming some time this summer. I think that one may last for awhile.

No matter where I go, God knows where I am and my friends know how to find me. A definition of a gypsy is one who follows an itinerant or otherwise unconventional career or way of life. Sounds about right.

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic....