Winter

Buzzard Lake freezing over

I'm walking on water. I don't feel as accomplished as I thought I would. More tarnish developed as each complaint formed. The glory is yet to come.
I quickly learned that I have to realize who I am--- no, no, I did not say finding myself.

Anyway, what I meant is that I have to believe things about myself that I ritually deny. Writing essays for grad school admissions knocked on the barricaded door of my confidence. And somehow the words sneaked past the guards to show what I have to offer.
Living life as a child and free spirit, can never broach that door; there is only approach and retreat.

Lake Coeur D'Alene cruise to see the holiday lights

I guess it's been suspected that I haven't biked in a long time, mostly because I'm still scared of roads. And now this weekend, the ice and snow are coming to put an end to all things requiring balance outdoors. I had my first two falls this morning after dropping the boys off for school. I went down the sloped driveway to bring in the trash, but never made it. I was wearing flip flops and on my second fall I actually slid down the driveway towards the street. That was a new experience - always gotta have those in my life.
I started swimming again. It's one of those activities that draws me into a world of peace and reflection, even as I struggle for breath before reaching 200 meters. I'm excited because it pulls me out of my slumps. And I reached a milestone, one mile mark!!
I'm hoping to find snow sports soon... after our less than blizzard storm approaches in a few hours.

. my first snowman ever does not have a face