“My point of view is mine and mine alone,

though changeable,

and I’m open to hearing other people’s views.”

ROLLER COASTER OF TIME:

Where goes the time? Time has a was of slipping past in its hurried way, robbing us of the opportunity to do what we love. Hitch aboard and slow the roll.

 

AGING – GETTING OLD:

Regardless of what your view is on aging, never regret getting old, for it’s a privilege denied to many. I live every day to its fullest, knowing it could be my last.

 

COOL PEOPLE:

Everybody has their own idea of what cool is and who is cool – so to speak. I believe that Cool people do cool things. They are thinkers, dreamers, creators and entrepreneurs. I ride a wave of my own so in one sense I too am cool.

 

SCENT FREE:

Human allergies are on the rise and we’ve done it to ourselves. It stems from the foods we eat, the insecticides and fertilizers that affect our foods, as well as our approach to exposing our bodies to cosmetics and creams.

 

LET IT RAIN:

I love the rain. That very passion makes me a pluviophile.

 

GARDEN DWELLER:

I love gardening and I suppose it’s because I was born into it. As a young girl I grew the very vegetable that were served at meal time. That feeling of having my hands in the soil is very therapeutic.

 

DO WHAT YOU LOVE:

Pursue your dreams, your passions. If you don’t do it no one else can or will.

 

MY GREATEST ADVENTURE:

There is nothing that compares to sailing the many dozens of islands in the North and South Pacific Ocean.

 

MY SECOND GREATEST ADVENTURE:

Years later I made a 192 mile self-guided cult walk, over an un-sign-posted footpath, across the north of England. Better known as: Alfred Wainwright’s Coast to Coast Walk.

 

A SEASON TO DIVORCE:

It seems there is a season for everything – including divorce. Surprisingly there is one month that rages rampant.

 

LIFE CHOICES:

There are no mistakes in life and no wrong turns. These are but life’s experiences and one should learn from every decision made and every challenge faced.

 

HOMELESSNESS

People without bricks and mortar were once called hobos; transients with no family ties, who hopped the rails. They no longer hop the rails – they live on the streets.