Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
I watched the clouds roll in from my window. Disappointment also rolled in. I wanted to see the moon rise. There are few things more gorgeous than a full moon rise on a prairie horizon. This was going to be the Full Pink Moon. Not sure who names them but that feels as soft as... Continue Reading →
How we did it then In early adulthood I began tending the seedling of wanderlust. There was a process in those days that is quite different than how travel occurs today. It looked like this: I'd either call or pop in to a travel agency. The individual would look on their computer and log books... Continue Reading →
The sky was a color so crisp that any sky-blue pencil crayon in a new pack would have to contend with the vibrancy. Wispy white clouds stroked the sky leaving cotton like smears buffing some spots and leaving others bare to blue. And as far as prairie horizons go this combination of white textured blue... Continue Reading →
I came across a post by Coffee and a Good Book on Facebook with a list of hopes in a meme. It read as follows: I hope you: find time this week to get really really quiet curl up in a big cozy chair and watch a movie you've seen a million times beforehug people... Continue Reading →
Routines. Traditions. Exercises. Commitment. These sweet concepts ground me---even the thought of them. They don't scare me or worry me about impending boredom. These words make me feel comfort. They have no bearing on my spontaneity. And I think I live a little better keeping them in mind. Below I have my second ever Christmas... Continue Reading →
November 7th, 2016 is the anniversary of the passing of Leonard Cohen. He showed up on the planet on September 21, 1934. His music and poetry were introduced to the world one summer in Greece while he took a break from art school. I really didn't get to know him until my mid-twenties. And, I... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 