On the Road Past 50: My internal zephyr… from fluttery wisps to whirlwind tempests
My Socks Don’t Match Every so often, I wear my favorite mismatched socks. Every so often, someone tells me how awesome they are. Sometimes they are hidden like the parts of me that are invisible to the world. Then, no one says anything. Even when no one notices . . . I know. I am […]
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I use the slow morning of a vacation day to prep myself, to convince myself. To try and be better than I was the day before, and the day before that, and again and again the day before so many times over […]
Read MoreI tried to take a photo of the dog today, but every angle included my messy lived-in house […]
Read MoreSurvived by . . . I read about you In the news today The story of your life The people that you left behind I never knew you You knew people I know You were loved and you loved People that I know You were a parent a sibling a spouse a friend When I […]
Read MoreI watched a movie on one of my several flights these last two week. I was enjoying the somewhat uplifting love story. Then the vibrations of the large engines and significant exhaustion took over lulling me to sleep. I awoke to landing and didn’t get to finish the film. The portion of the story I […]
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I am thrilled to be heading home! This has been perhaps the longest back to back travel stint in my 12 years with this job. I write this from the Montreal Trudeau Airport awaiting my flight. I’m worn out from many long days and not a great deal of sleep, but I am also energized […]
Read MoreFriendship Reconnected Plated food and broken bread Stories spanning months and mere moments Laughter filling the evening air Dessert and coffee stirring and swirling True friendship does not require constant feeding It has the power to hibernate Hugs that hold the power to melt away chilled frost regardless of the season Spring for the soul […]
Read MorePanic Attack Words. Words. Words. Words have power Words have pulled my strings Words hold me close Words take over When I cannot breathe When I cannot speak I can write 298 Days to go #OTR50
Read MoreCan you imagine how motivating it would be if more of our personal ideas and inspirations had that kind of reaction? While I know not all ideas are worthy of an all-in rah-rah friendship reaction. However, imagine if most of them did. […]
Read MoreMy lists are long
My eyes are drooping
My fingers listless
My mind a fog
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Randi S. Sumner 