Posted by: roughwighting | March 13, 2015

The Perfect Age

pambabySixty years can’t be a perfect age. Because after all, it’s … 6 0.

I never imagined that I could ever reach such an ancient bone-chilling spine-humping, arthritically-challenging age.

And why would I want to?

60 means death and neutrality. Yes, that’s the word. By the time a person reaches 60, she’s neutral.crazyatshore

Blank.

Close to negative.

pamdressedupUnimportant.

Uncool.

Un…I could add a hundred “un’s,” but suddenly what comes to mind is UNCOMPROMISING. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | March 6, 2015

Ice Cube Writing

Write a 5-minute story while sucking on an ice cube.

Write a 5-minute story while sucking on an ice cube.

Early on this chilly March morning, I’m sitting in front of my computer with an ice cube in my mouth.

It’s 25 degrees, windy and bleak outside, and the heat hasn’t kicked in, but I’m moving the large cube, more like a rectangle now, from one side of my mouth to the other.

Yesterday I thought, “okay, time to do the ice exercise – this will be easy.” But yesterday it was a balmy 39 degrees and sunny. The buds on the trees looked hopeful, as if they truly believed they would have a chance to warm up, pop out, and live once again. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | February 27, 2015

Looking Straight Up

globe, world, bloggingIn celebration of my 190th post today, I’m re-blogging my first one. I began with 0 followers, but I had the germ of an idea of imparting my little flashes of “life” and insights to anyone who might stop by. A little more than 3 1/2 years later,  through my writing I have shared experiences and perceptions with thousands of you thoughout our world, including the U.S., England, and Ireland; South Korea and South Africa ; Chile and Indonesia;  Spain and India, and dozens of countries in between. THANK you for joining me on this mutual voyage of discovery.

I was walking on a newly discovered path when a white piece of paper fluttered down toward my face, Tennesse Valley, Marin Countyseemingly out of nowhere.  Strange, I mused, continuing to stride quickly and purposefully.  I had hit the timer on my athletic watch, and was determined to walk briskly and beautifully to the end of the path and back until the timer dinged after sixty minutes. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | February 20, 2015

Sun Salutations

Boston, blizzard, snow, Sudan Licht

Photo thanks to Susan Licht (http://lichtyears.com/)

The outlook is bleak for millions of us as we peer outside our windows. We now live in a gray and white world.

I’m begging for some color. So I go inside to my imagination. Isn’tsnow, birds, New England, blizzard that the place we all should enter, when life becomes too monochromatic?

I want sun, no, I NEED sun like the birds and the bees and all the flowers (not) on the trees… Ah ha, I know what I’ll do. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | February 13, 2015

Unpeeling

tangerine, unpeelingUnpeeling a tangerine

So much work for a taste of heaven,

But that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?

 

Using the fingernail to make a cut

Pulling aside the tough harsh skin

A waft of sweetness, the aroma of sex

Surrounds us like love, like life. Read More…

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