& We’re Still Escaping…

Because there are never enough reasons to make farmer’s markets your hobby, too. 10- Chicago, IL- 61st/Dorchester St. – I stumbled into this street market during a work weekend at the University of Chicago. The picture with this post is what I experienced. I happened on it as it was kicking up for the morning that particular Saturday. I did not walk away empty-handed leaving with a jalapeno cheddar loaf of bread in one hand and three main dish dinner pies in the other. All of it was delicious. (This street market is the image on the first post) 11- Brevard, NC – The setting of this farmer’s market in Brevard is quaint and low-key in a small town way.  It’s set barely a block off the main shopping strip and is near a writer’s dream type of coffee cafe across the street. This small town setting captures your heart with the utter cultural relevance of...

Farmer’s Market Escapes

Ever had a hobby you didn’t even realize you had?  I love farmer’s markets and on virtually every get away, I seek them out. It occurred to me recently that in the last couple of years, I’ve been to about 30 different farmer’s markets around the country. I hadn’t even considered this an actual quest. They are adventures and a chance to explore a new place and feel a sense of community. Seeking out farmer’s markets is good for my spirit, because it keeps me in touch with people, a community, and the land in a way that’s easy to lose in such a tech-fueled time. It’s good for the soul. I highly recommend it. I’ve been to communities that were entirely redeemed BY the farmer’s markets – some of them are SO remarkable! Here is a partial list of locations where I’ve been to the farmer’s market in the last 24 months...

Bruise-Colored Eyes

That’s the color of my eyes. They are’t blue, brown, green, or grey. They are all of those colors. They are the color of a bruise. I’ve always amusingly assumed it was a metaphor for how I view life. People have stopped me on the street to comment on my eyes and their unusual color. I remember being in the line at a Walgreen’s with my older brother when a woman stopped to mention my eyes. Before that day, I don’t think my brother had given my face much thought much less my eye color – brothers get so used to looking at you over the years. As a kid, I asked my mom what color my eyes are noting the eye color mention on a driver’s license. She said, “I guess they’re maybe… hazel? Maybe – hmmm?” My own mom wasn’t even sure the color of my eyes. I wonder if having my hard-to-peg eye color is part of what keeps me...

No, I’m Not Recording You

My – love at first sight – career in communication, digital media, and news media was, in part, sparked by a family purchase at Radio Shack when it was a bigger thing than ever. It all started with the trusty black rectangular Realisti-brand cassette recorder. It’s funny now to think about the fact in the 70’s it was normal to have a ‘family tape recorder.’  My dad kept it like new in one of those safe dark high up places in the house. It was about the most spectacular toy a grade school kid like me could imagine getting my hands on (that is, except for my Coleco Football Electronic game and my electronic Merlin…sigh). It was worth a little sneaky detective work to find it when I could. The funny thing is I used it much more than the adults in the house which mirrors the way my son snags my iPad now. He uses THAT more than I do. I hoarded the...

Desiderata

I appreciate this writing below. I remember it being read at high school graduations when I was a kid. It’s a powerful message whatever time of year. It’s fascinating how as much as things change – plenty stay the same. DESIDERATA Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.  Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.  Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time....

How I Knew I Was a Writer

Because I can’t NOT write. I’m known to lose track of time when I write – as in – I have to be careful not to burn what’s cooking. It has happened. Word weaving is an art form. I see story everywhere. My mind experiences words, story, and writing like a colorful flowing river that morphs into a rainbow that melts into a person’s tears that etc, etc, etc… I used to assume everyone worked that way. I learned over the years that wasn’t the case. Writing is as much a spiritual exercise for me, as the work I do. It started in grade school when I realized anything my imagination could come up with became real when I put it on the page. By junior high, I had a daily poem writing habit. Writing is a big part of how I’ve made a living my entire adult life – in some form or another. I’ve been told many times over the years my writing motivates people to act and moves them. I...

More Sincerity, Please

sin·cere sinˈsir adjective free from pretense or deceit; proceeding from genuine feelings. “they offer their sincere thanks to Paul” Synonyms: heartfelt, wholehearted, profound, deep; (of a person) saying what they genuinely feel or believe; not dishonest or hypocritical. (Google)   When I was a little girl, my dad would sit me on his lap and tell me very often what he saw in me. One was that he thought I was a fine girl. The other was that I was very sincere. I wasn’t sure it meant much in my day to day, but I noted his observations and went on my merry way.  With time, I took his words to heart. Sincerity is one of my favorite ways of being. It’s a common characteristic in the gentle-spirited. We have a deficit of sincerity in American culture right now. I think there are millions of sincere people, but I think they hide it. It can leave a person feeling...

Regrets Are Nothing To Fear

A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.  -John Barrymore I read this today and I loved it.  Sharing it, because it’s powerful and makes an excellent point. People who say they have no regrets raise my eyebrow. To have no regrets has an element of disregard for how you might have impacted others if nothing else along the way.  It’s kind of a cocky thing to say and raise a red flag of control and emotional distance…as if the person is saying – it’s all good here – nothing to look at – move along people! I understand it…but why is that necessary? Why would our goal be to have no regrets?  My goal is to live a full thoughtful life. I can’t guarantee there will be no regrets in my pursuit of that end.  In fact, there are regrets. I have regrets. But, they aren’t all-consuming.  They aren’t incapacitating....