State Of Bliss

I really hate to tempt fate here yet for the last week or so I have experienced what can only be described as a pure state of bliss. I can’t explain the smiles at nothing, the occasional break into song (Banana Pancake song by Jack Johnson in case you were wondering), or dancing in my kitchen more than normal.

This sensational feeling started right after Uncle Neddy’s released. I am almost ashamed to admit this is my first creative work since. I’ve tried, mind you, yet my state of being isn’t cooperating.

It had to be those damn mountains. For anyone out there who hasn’t experienced the beauty of The Continental Divide, put it on your bucket list NOW! Go in at Estes Park, Colorado and follow the road up. If you are lucky, though I haven’t been during all five of my trips, the road will connect around and take you to Grand Lake. I have never seen Grand Lake outside of photographs, the view stunning! As is the ride up. Beyond description (so I included a photo) … simply amazing!

A truly humbling experience. I can’t imagine anyone looking up and not getting a feeling of awe.

When I returned to sea level, the salt filled air greeted me with a smack to my senses like Frank’s Red Hot on egg whites; very familiar yet unique each experience. Maybe when the Rocky Mountain high wears off, my creative self will return, hopefully leaving the bad clichés behind…

Stay tuned for upcoming Blog Tour dates, fabulous prizes (Amazon gift certificates & books), along with the occasional Facebook Live blog. Summer 2017 Tour starts soon!

 

I Love VT

Hello and greetings from the wild winter wonderland known as the great state of Vermont. I am up here as a guest of When Words Count Writer’s Retreat and I am so delighted to share the new book, Uncle Neddy’s Funeral, will be ready for summer reading!

I finally wrote an ending you all will love. I am over the moon excited.

Currently the wind is gusting out my window. Two feet on snow has fallen so far with more to come tonight. I did get outside earlier, before the wind stirred up, to enjoy the quiet crunching of new snow under my feet.

It is gorgeous here. I am in the middle of nowhere Green Mountains with Killington Peak off in distance. Usually my trips to Vermont destinations involve ski lifts and slope-side pools.

This is different.

The retreat sits on a quiet country road. Gourmet meals and snacks are served throughout the day, usually signaled by the chime of a bell. Writers huddle on couches sitting in front of a roaring fire. Others sit at the dining room table or in the formal living room upfront. Rooms are named after famous authors.

(I am in the Bradbury room. The first night I removed a photograph of Ray from the opposite wall because it was “creeping me out” yet my accommodations are comfortable and homey).

This was a first but not a last. In the past I have limited myself to one-day workshops to hone my skills. This time I had three. For my artist friends, the opportunities are out there to practice your craft – take advantage.

I am going back outside to “play” in the fresh snow. Thank you When Words Count and the beautiful Vermont countryside. I am inspired…

Oh – and stay tuned. I will be releasing the first chapter or two and maybe a cover preview, to you my faithful readers. I hope you enjoy!

Waffles & Weed

The past two days I have climbed to the top of two very different mountains. Yesterday I used my feet while today a ski lift helped with the ride. Although two different experiences, similarities are present.

Take for instance how Mother Nature humbles us. Hiking the side of a muddy, rocky, and more notably, steep hill takes concentration, especially during the descent when ankles can be twisted or knees torn. Effort is needed to make it to the top, just to overlook interstate 91 in one direction or clouds reflecting on a body of water in the other.

This sight reminds me that we are such a small part of the universe.200805-r-xl-classic-belgian-waffles

Today I used little effort to get to the top. I bought a ticket, stood in line, then hopped on a chairlift that took me above the clouds. On the ride the frigid wind blew through snow covered trees. Snow fell, almost burning one’s skin on contact. And at the top, the only view appeared ten feet away with the fog circling.

Like the mud, a bit of ice is thrown in. Focus is needed to not sustain similar or worst injuries. (There was at least a half dozen folks who we saw getting sled rides down. We hope their injuries were not serious.) Yet like the view from the ridge yesterday, once the fog broke, we are treated to a look out over an expansive valley with other ski trails looming in the distance.

This is a happy place. This is where I come to not think, to just be. In both instances, I keep focus on the task at hand so that I may enjoy what Mother Nature is trying to share.

The physical part is fun yet it is the mental exercise that brings me back.

(Oh, yeah. Waffles & Weed. This was the aroma that greeted me on both hikes. One day off in the distance, dancing on the trail in front. Today around the base. Yet, the only thought I have is what a great name for a band! I would go see them. Would you?)