• RV Life in Class A Motorhome

    RV Maiden Voyage

    Meet Dora, our new motorhome, in which we plan to explore much of this country, with our dogs, Charlie and Alice in tow. The name Dora was chosen in honor of Thandi, our sweet departed black lab, who’s independent nature had us finding her in various places as she explored the great outdoors, with or without permission…mostly without. Brief overview: Dennis is retiring at the end of the year so we decided it would be a great adventure to buy an RV and drive around the country with the dogs, maybe for a month or a few months at a time. We will play that by ear. We decided we…

  • Jenny Rush

    A swimming and flying cell phone…and 15 ticks

    In only 15 minutes of beating around the underbrush I managed to gather 15 ticks. There were 5 in my hair and 10 on my clothing, inside and out. I used the dog’s comb to get them out of my hair, because the teeth of the comb are closer together than any other comb in the house. Hopefully I didn’t miss any. I know all about ticks and the many diseases they carry, so why would I end up in dense underbrush, especially as the weather warms up? Well, it’s a weird story… Yesterday morning my cell phone dropped out of my pocket. It happened during the morning beach walk…

  • Skidding into retreat

    It’s a full week, this annual retreat. I think it can more accurately be described as a friend reunion. The ‘teacher’ is one of the friends. I anticipate this week deeply, look forward to the conversations, the meditations, the quiet time, the daily walks and whatever else I feel like doing or not doing. I look forward to three meals a day that I don’t have to create. And I love the exhale. But…the first day of retreat resembled chaos, for me anyway. It looked a bit like me skidding into the retreat center 10 minutes before dinner was over, stumbling up to my room with my backpack and two…

  • The Bench

    Early in 2012, my friend Cindy and I sat on a bench on the banks of the Crocodile River in South Africa and I dissolved into tears. I was experiencing the indescribable joy of my life starting over. It was the beginning of life after Lyme disease, it was the beginning of life without old emotional baggage, and it was better than I could have imagined possible. A book was born of from it called, Chronic Illness as an Access to Quantum Healing. It is now 2019, and a couple of months ago our family was back in South Africa, and specifically, in the same area of the Crocodile River.…