Created To Fly

I am a journey. It begins with a breath.

That Time I Bear-ly Escaped With My Life…Or, How to Attract Bears to Your Campsite in One Easy Lesson


Buddha said: “There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth… not going all the way, and not starting.”

So, I have this dream. An idea really.

I want to take my motorcycle and ride all over the US. But all marathons start with a step, right? The other night at work I decided, somewhat on a whim, that two days off was enough to do a single overnight camping trip with Belle. (That’s what I named my motorcycle. That’s a different story.)

It’s probably important to mention that I worked a 12 hour night shift then slept only four hours before embarking on this adventure. This information might play in later on… just sayin’ 🙂

Continue reading “That Time I Bear-ly Escaped With My Life…Or, How to Attract Bears to Your Campsite in One Easy Lesson”


It usually takes me about six months of living in a new place before I really figure out where the furniture should go. The day you move in, you think you know how to arrange the room, but you’re so tired from all the moving that even if you don’t love it, you decide that it’s probably good enough. It takes a while, figuring out the exact configuration of your life. Settling into the routine of putting things where they work best instead of being okay with just okay. I have literally done this “six-month-stretch” the past five or six moves at least.

It’s a pattern I recognize fairly well. 

So when I decided recently to rearrange my living room, I was sliding furniture around as the thought hit me, “Oh my gosh, has it been six months already?” I didn’t even have to look at a calendar. Of course it had.

My body’s clock knew it like it was time to go bury my eggs in the sand and hope for the best.  Continue reading “Feng-what?”

“Do or do not. There is no try.”


At the end of this journey the prompts are asking me to think about my core story. The truth of who I am and where it is leading me. I feel so unequipped to answer this question, because I haven’t finished all the prompts, but I will try to answer it now and we’ll see if in the end it is the story changes, or just my perception. 

“It is not the spoon that bends. It is only yourself.” Continue reading ““Do or do not. There is no try.””

Writing Myself Alive – Again




Andréa Balt is one of the founders of the Write Yourself Alive challenge I’ve been participating in this past month. Her words often slay all my heart’s defenses and cut right to the core of my excuses. I’m so thankful for this challenge. Although I haven’t always posted what I’ve been writing and what’s going on with me, I truly feel as if life has been breathed back into my writing, and by extension, my life. ❤


Mountain High

Photo Credit: Nate Bowman
Photo Credit: Nate Bowman

This is where I spent last weekend. Well, not standing in that specific spot with a beer in my hand the entire time, although one of those things might still be true…😁

Ah camping. The great equalizer.

Upside: Peace, quiet, communing with nature, hiking, clear rushing creeks and towering trees. Oh, and absolutely no cell service. You couldn’t even hum a few bars. Continue reading “Mountain High”

Split Personality (Day 20)


Funny, right? Well. Sort of.

I mean, we all go through phases. We grow up. We grow out. We grow through. Today’s question asks me if there’s one substantial change I’d like to see in my writing at the end of this 30 days. Or even at the end of three months.

Swear to God, my first thought was “God, I’d like to stop writing such intense and raw melancholy bullshit.” I’ve had enough baring my soul, thank you very much.

And by the way? God, or whoever you are – why do I have to do this so publicly all the time?

It’s not just this challenge, which by the way, I could have done alone and never posted a word on any of the group pages or on my blog. But my heart is strangely masochistic.

I don’t understand this forced blood-letting ceremony, but I can tell you this much, because I know myself. Without the prompting, without the public confession I would never grow up, or out, or through. Continue reading “Split Personality (Day 20)”

Genevieve’s Song (Day 19)

PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.

GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?

GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.

GANDALF: No. No, it isn’t.

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings


Genevieve struggled with dying. Even though she was mostly comatose, her family gathered all around her, she struggled to let go. As the lone nurse covering the hospice house that evening, I did everything I could to make her comfortable. Continue reading “Genevieve’s Song (Day 19)”

Mirror Image (Day 18)

imageMy favorite book in the Little House series was Farmer Boy. I was so drawn to the simple lives they led, filled with hard but honest work, good food and strong families. I have often longed for a similar simplicity. Sometimes I wonder if the Amish aren’t onto something.

There’s something to be said for embracing a distilled kind of lifestyle that chooses to take the time to craft things by hand, and one that rejects vanity. I honestly think I could learn to live quite nicely without electricity and even technology (the hand cramps from writing longhand notwithstanding).

What I wish I could live without is a mirror.

They say that the best way to spot a counterfeit is not to study examples of counterfeits, but rather to get to know the real thing. Really get to know it. Know every inch and every mark.

It is by knowing what’s real that you will recognize the fake. Continue reading “Mirror Image (Day 18)”

Throttle Therapy



I’m starting to regret my commitment to post every day about my journey to “write myself alive”.

If I’m going to be honest (and that is what I committed to at the beginning of this process) the Write Yourself Alive campaign has taken everything I had to give. I’m just about half way through and really wanting to quit.

Day 13 I lived the prompt. 

I took a walk on the wild side and bought a Harley, but the prompts for days 14 and 15 weren’t so easy. When the rubber met the road I literally got on my bike and spent the last two days trying to outride the answers to those next two questions. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t outride them.

I couldn’t outrun them.  Continue reading “Throttle Therapy”

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