In the times of COVID-19: 01

Barnyard with black angus cows.

I don't know who owns this property, but I found it quiet and soothing in a random drive by kind of way.

We are now in something like week three (really its more, its just that our current government downplayed the situation) of quarantine, self-isolation, stay at home orders.  I've worked from home for a large part of two weeks.  In 30+ years, this is a first.  This is a first for our country.  Other countries have dealt with pandemics (yes, it is a real pandemic) but not us.  Not us the privileged, Americans, our biggest problem being fighting amongst ourselves regarding ideology ... red, blue, right, left ....  

Very few words and a lot of feelings here.






Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.

Just Read: Green River, Running Red & Loving What Is

Green River, Running Red:  I placed this book on my library queue after being absorbed by I'll be Gone in the Dark, the story of the Golden State Killer.  I was temporarily obsessed with real crime books.  It took me some time to get back to that as I can be quite mercurial in my reading.  The book was interesting for me in that I live in the Pacific Northwest, the region in which this serial killer did his worst / (best ?) to terrorize women.  I'm glad I got a piece of history in my head about this.  I'm not sure I really need to read any more real crime books though.  Time will tell.  One of the most interesting pieces, for me (obviously) is the author wrote the book about Ted Bundy and somehow knew him, but didn't know he was a killer.  If you like real crime, this was a good book.  Not for the weak hearted.

Loving What Is:  I didn't think I was going to get much out of this book and yet I did.  I find myself coming back to its Buddha-like principles of I am in charge of what I think and get to choose how I feel about each and every situation, etc.  Some of the ideas didn't sit with me, and I feel that's ok.  I took what I needed from this and believe I will keep learning from it.

Les Flâneur - Week Ten | Grace

Grace: Hailing from a place with a more simple lifestyle is a double edged sword. As soon as I could I jumped. I ran, got out, saved myself. Headed somewhere, bigger, better, fuller, more. Time, effort, desire and distance are what it has taken to realize life is where you take your stand, eat your meals and in the people you love. It’s true what they say, size doesn’t matter. Living small or large or near or far, it is of our own making.

I am joyfully learning about grace, understanding, compassion, acceptance and everything in between and beyond and am grateful for all of it.








Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.

Les Flâneur - Week Nine | Affirmation

Affirmation: From the outside, luscious. From inside, daunting. My truth lies somewhere between light and dark, near and far and, fortunately, is in flux.


Eternally finding my way and learning to embrace this journey.

Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.

Les Flâneur - Week Eight | Seasons

I was lost with this word.  The images I attempted to capture, mundane and ordinary.  These are the times digital photography is most appreciated .  Then comes Chama.  Inordinate amounts of inspiration sank into me from your twist on the many levels of meaning hidden in plain sight.    After days of coming back to your image in my mind and on the screen, my Self broke open. 

Why did I have such a time responding to the prompts?  Did I have nothing to offer?  Why was that?  And then two words seared themselves onto my soul; Loss & Fear.  With those two prompts, zero held me back.  I was nearly propelled to respond and with my most open, vulnerable Self.  My Self had found its Season.  This is where I am right now given what my world is right now.  Right now those words are where my heart lives.  I don’t find it sorrowful or maudlin.  It just is and I am joyful in the recognition and the process.  My Self needs to get through and this is the path.  I may as well get to it … this path won’t walk itself.

Thank you for the prompts and thank you for your interpretations and personal take on them.  I will endeavor to ride the wave of it all and come out joyous on the other shore.

Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.