I begin again... ...and again.

My favorite time of day is when the sun crests over the 13,000' peaks. There is clarity to first light; it is momentary. Yellow-pink edges the sky to the East and to the West the peaks burst brilliant with the day's new beginning . This year it is green above timberline where the slimmest of soil hosts the thinnest of seed. It is the first dawning...

I deleted glacierblog after five years.

But I must write.

The past year, I fell in love, came to love, and was loved. It was not to be. I pick myself up and go on. The hurt, sadness, and disappointment lead me out of the country again. I have loved four times in my adult life. After each, I check the expiration date on my passport, loosely outline an adventure, then face the fear as details present themselves. I become a traveller, hostel-style. After four times, it becomes recognizable as a life pattern. I strip bare to get strong.

There is also a new stage unfolding.


The road-warrior desires home. She has a heart-home within and a home-base without, but not her home. I'm still on the road, still living temporary, still assuming different job roles, yet stirrings begin of developing a new mission, settling in with one people, one community, one place, one gathering-hole.


What did I learn by the fourth foray into love?


I learned I can be adored.

 It is always worth the risk... I live to grow...