Blog Summary
Thoughts and Musings
2021 - Present
How do we cope when our bodies and minds aren’t what they were? How do we find purpose in life? Is adventure still on the horizon? Can we cope much less thrive in today’s chaotic environement? How might adventure change as we sprout wrinkles?
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Adventuring
- Jun 20, 2023 Must an Adventure be Extreme?
- Apr 15, 2022 Adventure finds you when least expected
- Nov 2, 2021 Marooned in Memphis
- Oct 10, 2021 Why Girl Scouts?
- Dec 29, 2020 When will it end?
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Commentary
- Jul 18, 2023 AI is not the Monster, is it?
- Jul 1, 2023 Zooming with Ukrainians
- Jun 20, 2023 Must an Adventure be Extreme?
- May 15, 2022 Missed Rebellion
- Feb 23, 2022 Alone and Inbetween
- Jan 17, 2022 Troubling Times
- Dec 23, 2021 Holiday Cards
- Dec 16, 2021 It’s not about me at Christmas
- Nov 27, 2021 Opera is not dead
- Nov 2, 2021 Marooned in Memphis
- Oct 19, 2021 Art Fights Gun Violence
- Jul 3, 2021 Humbled and Renewed
- Jun 26, 2021 Buckshot not Bullets
- May 28, 2021 Dog Sitting
- Apr 28, 2021 Assumptions are Stupid
- Apr 22, 2021 First Kiss
- Mar 19, 2021 Messing with Meditation
- Feb 25, 2021 What’s in a Nickname?
- Feb 18, 2021 Confinement Messes with the Mind
- Feb 12, 2021 Breadth or depth?
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Medical Adventure
- Jun 11, 2023 Spine Surgery Epilogue
- Jun 4, 2023 Pushing too hard almost defeated me…
- May 30, 2023 A Step in the Wrong Direction
- May 21, 2023 No Bending, Lifting, Twisting
- May 16, 2023 Creeping Disabling Pain Got Me
- May 21, 2021 Pretzel Pain
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On Ageing
- Jun 7, 2022 Wise or Just Old?
- Nov 17, 2021 Memory on My Mind
- May 21, 2021 Pretzel Pain
- Apr 12, 2021 Pandemic Isolation Thwarted
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On Writing
- May 8, 2023 Pandemic Stress
- May 16, 2022 They liked it!
- Feb 23, 2022 Alone and Inbetween
- Feb 10, 2022 Rabbit Hole
- Oct 24, 2021 Fiction vs. Memoir
- Jun 26, 2021 Buckshot not Bullets
- Jun 19, 2021 Claustrophobia
- Apr 5, 2021 Ode to Southern Writers
- Mar 25, 2021 Criticism - Gift or Fault Finding?
- Mar 19, 2021 Messing with Meditation
- Mar 5, 2021 When writing ‘what you know’ is not enough
- Apr 22, 2020 The Writing Life
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Pandemic
- May 8, 2023 Pandemic Stress
- Jun 19, 2021 Claustrophobia
- Apr 12, 2021 Pandemic Isolation Thwarted
- Feb 18, 2021 Confinement Messes with the Mind
- Dec 29, 2020 When will it end?
Adventure finds you when least expected
We’re in London vacationing for three weeks, renting a small less than chic 1860s terrace (row house) in an Islington neighborhood. Suburban living — What kind of adventure is that? Well, I’m a city girl and for the first time I’ve embedded myself in a different culture — not staying safely with friends or protectively in hotels with amenities. There’s no concierge, maid service or ‘breakfast included’ amenities.
We’re in London vacationing for three weeks, renting a small less than chic 1860s terrace (row house) in an Islington neighborhood. Suburban living — What kind of adventure is that? Well, I’m a city girl and for the first time I’ve embedded myself in a different culture — not staying safely with friends or protectively in hotels with amenities. There’s no concierge, maid service or ‘breakfast included’ amenities. We shop, cook in a strange kitchen, take the trash out on Wednesdays, and figure out for ourselves whether it’s best to take the tube, bus, taxi or walk to a venue. It’s a small adventure, but one that brings me a new knowledge. Chance encounters and unexpected pleasures are everywhere.
The more robust my curiosity, the more I adventure. I may never return to it, but I commit myself to the possibility of enriching my life, not necessarily success. Some adventures have fallen short, especially when I cannot achieve the ending I presumed was possible. As mother said, “That oldest girl has Cadillac expectations on a Ford budget.”
Big adventures can frighten, but, no matter, I accept the challenge. I led a 200 person organization with world-wide tentacles for five years. It was a difficult struggle; my accomplishments could have been more, but I did what I was capable of, realizing that acting as a leader and reading about leadership are two entirely different animals. Next, I undertook my 30 year quest to live aboard and captain a sailboat down the Atlantic coast and over to the Bahamas and back. Thrills, chills and surprises filled every day. However, after nine months, with a thump on the head, I realized I didn’t enjoy cruising. It was too like a full time job. The “I’ve got to try it” ache in the pit of my stomach would still be there without that adventure.
In the end, living a life of adventure is taking on the personally unexplored, working at it, and deepening one’s understanding of the world and your place in it. That alone delights me enough to keep my curiosity burning brightly.