Thinking on these things . . .

It was a beautiful 40 degree spring day. I'm on a chair lift surrounded by picturesque mountain beauty enjoying a smooth and easy ride to the top. Idyllic was the perfect word describing that moment. Three minutes later I had a new adjective: terrified. I am flying over packed snow on two thin pieces of, what are they, wood? plastic? what difference does it make - the point is, it's not a lot! My arms and poles are flailing wildly (aren't things that are flailing always doing so wildly? anyway...) Adrenaline, produced by pure panic is coursing through my heart that is way above an acceptable aerobic heart rate. I should not have come down this run (and that might well be the understatement of the year)! But this was the choice that I had made. Did I know what I was getting into when I'd made this choice? I thought so. Was my understanding accurate? Not at all. Was I experiencing the consequences of my decision? Absolutely. My beautiful, enjoyable, and easy ride had brou...

I was having lunch with a friend who, realizing she was famished, confessed she really hadn't eaten in the past few days. She went on to say that she didn't realize she was so hungry until she tasted the food. I have a chiropractor who has explained that we get so accustomed to feeling bad with sore muscles or things out of joint that we forget what it feels like to be healthy. I have it on authority, not my own unfortunately, that when you start to exercise consistently you have a new level of energy. We are amazingly adaptable people, which is good, because life calls for many adaptations; but it's also bad because sometimes when we adapt to a lower level we forget how good it really can be. Tasting is a powerful concept because it has the ability to open up whole new avenues for us. My children have just seen a musical theater production for the first time: their world has a whole new desirable element in it. I have just discovered a new musical group: I have many record...

It's allergy season. This means that every room of the house has a half empty box of kleenex in it and some rooms even have two! I'm up right now at an hour unrecognizable to me because I can't breathe. Inadvertently I'd bought a box of Puffs Plus, tissues with lotion, and I discovered that they are wonderfully soft. The next time I went to replenish the kleenex supply I intentionally sought out more of this brand. I found them and they were expensive so I stood in the aisle seeing if I could justify to myself spending practically twice what the other tissues were to get this kind that I'd liked. I was buying several boxes so it took me a while to rationalize it all out and put the softer tissues in my cart. Those tissues sit beside me now as I write and every time I've grabbed one, I've been grateful that I made the right decision. After weeks of the joys of pollen, my nose is still not raw, and though they were close to three dollars a box, a still intact ...