August 2017

  • Rising within you.

      How do we listen?  And, what changes within us as we hear words? Is there a change? Does it depend upon the subject OR how open we are to hear? Can you change someone's opinion or beliefs by what you… Continue reading

  • Match Reality

    When a breech in a relationship happens, we are often left with wondering what happened.  In one long time relationship I had, we lost the same perception. In thinking about this, I had to look up the definition of perception.… Continue reading

  • WIND – 5 year anniversary!

    The 5 year anniversary of WIND is quite remarkable to me. It has been moving along like the wind; its directions keep changing, and it is unharnessed. Each time we try something new another new idea sprouts. Typically, we don't… Continue reading

  • WIND time!

    WIND Goes on a camping trip!   I loaded the jeep in a fine drizzle, and was prepared to have a wet evening. However, by the time we arrived in Ontonagon, we had sunny skies, and a the best camping… Continue reading

  • Pretend Not To See

    In all the years of writing on this blog, I haven't been able to clearly see the chasm of misunderstanding. What was its contents and how can we seemingly see the same thing and not at all see it the… Continue reading

  • So Can I

    What I believe we learn about ourselves, when we put ourselves in a new situation, is how flexible we are. It tweaks our image and keeps it fluid. I am a mystery to myself.  I can't know what new challenge… Continue reading

  • Copperman Triathlon 2017

    So, I DID IT!!! OH MY Gosh, it was a bit nerve wracking until I was on the bike – pretty much biking alone, like I usually do. There were a few bikes behind me, so the sweeper wasn't on… Continue reading

  • Liv and I

    Team "Zip 49916" is all signed up for the 2017 Copperman Triathlon. My boss will be swimming, I will be biking and the other carrier will run. The Chassell Post Office will be represented tomorrow! The excitement of planning to do this,… Continue reading