Monday, November 28, 2016

we belong


Isn't it strange how we find a place....a place we wander and explore and listen to and learn from and somehow we decide it's our place. It belongs to us. And then, one day, after years of wandering and believing it is ours, we realize that we belong to that place.

We belong to the sun and the moon and the long dirt roads. We belong to the sage and the storms and the treasures we find.

We belong to the place where the earth meets the sky.

Bless our furry, red-bandana'ed hearts, we belong.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

sage clan unplugged

Sometimes, the Sage clan just has to unplug.

So we unplugged, literally, and went to our mesa.

There was no cell phone reception. (I love that.) There was no wifi. There was nothing there but what was meant to be there.  

Never mind that Lucky went into full-blown heat two days before we left. Never mind that there was a fire on my mountain. Never mind that my new Merrell Siren Sport hiking shoes blew out after just fourteen days, or that my water bottle opened inside my backpack, and my pack was filled with water.

We explored a new dirt road and a new corner of the mesa. We found pieces of the mesa's history. We watched the sun go down and the stars come out. And we became a part of that mesa....till nothing else mattered but sky and stardust and sand and sage.

I am having a hard time plugging back in. While I try to figure it out, I give you....the mesa.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


This past summer kicked my ass. The sun was brutal. The heat was relentless. It wore me down, freaked me out, and left me exhausted from doing literally.....nothing.

It was the summer of epic veterinary bills. Thankfully it was nothing tragic, just puppy stuff and senior dog maintenance. Expensive, these dogs, but worth every penny.

It was the summer the yard turned to sand. What little grass that remained became infested with grubworms. Even the artemesia bush, the one I cut the tip of my finger off while pruning, died and I dug the remains of the poor thing out of the ground today.

It was the summer we could not find a house in our corner of Colorado.

But the temps barely reached 75 degrees. The light was thinner, paler, and the leaves have just begun to turn color.

There is hope.

We hope for rain. We hope for snow. By next summer we hope to have the permanent getaway house in Colorado.

Tonight, as the sun went down, there were the tiniest wisps of clouds on the western horizon.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Monday, September 5, 2016


"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the same question." -- Harun Yahya

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

day of the mantis

Last month, it was all about the dragonflies. A family of five set up house in the butterfly bush. Some days, two of their cousins visited the yard. Two, sometimes three, of the original family are still hanging around.

But this month, it's mantis time. I've watched my columbine mantis grow from a wee green thing into an adult. I find more mantids in the butterfly bush every day.
Today, for example, there are two in the bush as well as my little guy in the columbines.

Mantids intrigue me. They scare me. They are filled with mystery and wonder.

The word mantis comes from the Greek mantikos, for soothsayer or prophet.
They have binocular vision but only one ear!
And, they say the mantis comes when we need peace, quiet, and calm in our lives.

This is one of my favorite mantis quotes: "Meet the eye of a Mantis and feel the presence of God."