musings, memoir, life in the mountains
- October 04
- ~ welcome! ~ I'm Anna Herrington ~ photographs my own unless noted ~ when not here, gardening, researching, cooking, hiking, canoeing, hanging with family....I'm writing a book about the year I went wild: living on a remote mountain with my two small sons ~ other books in progress get a chapter or two here and there as well ~ now writing daily! A huge step forward for this writer...a huge thanks to NaNoWriMo for getting me going. every single day. email@example.com~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To see all posts, click on 'Just Thinking...' above, and scroll. Writing here at Open Salon since June 2010.
MY RECENT POSTS
- My vent/comment about boys
September 10, 2014 01:57PM
- And the world was no longer
September 04, 2014 01:27AM
- The Typical Morning Yoga Scene
August 04, 2014 12:19PM
- Lezlie's 'Objectivity' piece ~
Aid and Peace resources
July 21, 2014 11:50AM
- Waking Up
July 19, 2014 01:10PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “...was standing here,
earlier, looking at my batiked
screen panels from
- “What a memory to
- thanks for
- “Yes - part of the
I also was
intrigued by Tiwi? was that
the place? ....…”
I ended up
getting up and going *all the
way* to the other end of
- “Monkey, I also woke up
thinking of your grandfather
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- Just Thinking... has a twitter account now - a family member decided I needed one - I admit, I rarely use - but happy to receive tweets : )
So, I wrote a long, meandering comment (surprised?) on super jane julia's page....with the Ray Rice debacle front and center, I thought I'd copy, paste, and post.
What is your opinion?
I've not noticed many out there in public who are bemoaning how boys are left behind - or the… Read full post »
As usual, I awoke with my mind full.
Today, though, two pieces juxtapose themselves in my heart and mind, repeating and resounding ever louder.
"It was the best of time, it was the worst of times,
"Is this the real life?Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from… Read full post »
A minimally edited, stream of consciousness post....so far.
They were there again when I woke up this morning - I realize I have to do something to pin them down.
It goes against every fiber of my being to do so.
It was not that I was dreaming of… Read full post »
Secret energies jangle as you sidle up beside,
your arms bearing gifts
of the wooden horse.
The scent of the hidden wafts in the air,
Silent gratitude is sent above
for eyes that have learned to see.
The cloak of protection sur… Read full post »
We'd been chatting awhile, my sister, her wife, and I, a casual sit at the table with mugs of coffee and tea. It was our last afternoon together before my flight home last summer, the most relaxed I'd felt all week as it had been a very full trip. The rhythm… Read full post »
The clock sits on the corner of the low-slung table surrounded by small potted plants, three primroses in assorted colors and a spider plant with two spider plant babies hanging over one side. The clock is what is noticed though.
The rounded, tan clock face has old-fashioned-looking bronze hands and… Read full post »
On the day before Thanksgiving last year, preparations were in full swing at our house, for we were hosting the traditional feast. Our family gatherings have grown since we moved to this area nine years ago, so the expected number was to be around sixteen.
Part I of this story begins… Read full post »
Last year, I wrote a sweet little Thanksgiving post while thinking of an old family friend. I was so grateful then to have our family even slightly back on keel after the recession.… Read full post »
November is National Novel Writing Month.
As much as I love writing, reading, and novels, whoever decided that November, the month that starts the year's longest holiday season, is a good month to start a marathon of writing fiction, must be a little bit crazy.
Specifically, the NaNoWriMo chall… Read full post »
Stepping outside into the early morning light most days this summer, I'd sleepily pick up the garden hose and begin the morning watering. In the dry heat of our arid summers, the Sun's rays beam like lasers without the blanket of humidity to diffuse them; the winds sear and plants suffer… Read full post »