As another wildfire rages out of control near Fort Collins, my heart breaks for those who lost homes and particularly those who lost loved ones. At 36,930 acres and zero percent containment, this fire is a nasty one. An ‘act of God’ sparked this blaze in the form of a random lightning bolt. Extreme dryness coupled with high winds is the perfect breeding ground for fire. I didn’t sleep well, thoughts of these poor folks filling my mind, knowing some of what they are experiencing, only imagining more. Tossing and turning throughout the night, I thought of what I want to say to them and those who love them. I wish I could shield them from the inevitable roller coaster ride that results from life chewing us up and spitting us out. Here is what I want to say: Read More
And when you’re in a Slump,you’re not in for much fun.Un-slumping yourselfis not easily done.
And will you succeed?Yes! You will, indeed!(98% and 1/4 guaranteed.)From Oh, the Places You’ll Go
I have found God and his name is Michael Franti. I have found heaven and it is called Red Rocks. I speak the truth, my people. Let it be known. Shout it from the mountaintops. The lost have been found. In the form of a 6’6” dreadlocked artist, Franti reminds us simultaneously of the darkness in the world, the depth of human emotions, and the glory of true joy. He seems to hold all spaces equally without judgment. There is room for the love-struck teenybopper, the 89-year-old fan, the first date, the wheelchair bound, the pot smoking hippies culture par duex and more. We are all welcome. The bad day, good day, high on life or in the trenches, we stood shoulder to shoulder through the 3-hour show and danced our butts off, following his decree to raise our hands, jump, and make some noise. Smiles glued to faces, knowing looks as we passed each other in the crowded aisles, joy was found at Red Rocks last night. Franti sang simple odes of understanding the human condition:
And when the rain falls downYou know the flowers are gonna bloomAnd when the hard times comeYou know the teacher’s in the roomAnd when the sun comes upYou know that I’ll be there for youDon’t let it go, oh no
Last night I leapt into the unknown. In the form of a stand-up comedy routine, 8 other brave women and I took to the stage to test our mettle. In a nutshell, we rocked it. The crowd was rooting for us from the beginning. The majority of the packed house (about 100 strong) were friends and supporters with a few complete strangers sprinkled in. It was a night to remember – and already I want to do it again. For us brave souls who leapt, the last two weeks have had their ups and downs to say the least. We came together for the first time on May 20th for a 4-hour workshop lead by the brilliant Kristina Hall. A veteran comic with over 25 years experience both live and on TV, Kristina created a flagship program to help women step through fears, find our own unique expression and get our funny on. The level of power and accomplishment in the room did not lesson our shared anxiety. Would we be funny, would we remember, what if we froze, what if no one laughed and you could hear crickets??? Read More
This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrivalA joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor.Welcome and entertain them allEven if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furnitureStill treat each guest honorable,He may be clearing you outfor some new delight.The dark thought, the shame, the malice,meet them at the door laughing,and invite them in.Be grateful for whoever comes,because each has been sentas a guide from beyond.– Rumi
I was generator challenged this morning. Attempting to conserve power by starting our small generator, my brain found it’s well worn groove and executed the same maneuver 3 separate times even walking away between each try so as not to “flood” the poor machine. Finally, dejected, I called David and asked why the generator might choose today of all days to cease functioning. His usual reply, “user error, perhaps?” Convinced I followed the proper protocol, this did not seem likely. Having no choice but to try another approach, I switched the choke button to the opposite position and it started right up. Only thing is, I continued to let it run on choke… At this point in time, I have started this generator on a multitude of occasions. My brain doesn’t feel especially foggy this morning – not any foggier than usual I should say. But I now have scrambled eggs for brains when I attempt to think about where the choke button should be… Read More
Is that a dead mouse? Is it the septic? Is it a dog fart? Is it a gas leak? Whhhhhaaaaatttt is it? These thought occupy my early waking mind. Not a pleasant way to return to consciousness. Life in a trailer – even as sweet a trailer as Flame is not without its challenges. Upon early morning investigation, we still don’t know. We have eliminated dog fart and gas leak. The dogs did fart but now they are outside and the smell remains. The holding tank shouldn’t be full – yet seems to be burping. A dead mouse, well that’s instant karma in our war against rodents. Did we wound one with our modern trap that took revenge by limping away and dying in some crevice? We don’t know.