It comes in waves

My inspiration, motivation, things I feel that I need to do, my passion, the pleasure I feel for different things.

They come in waves. The ebb and flow of life experiences is always happening.

I have found that this is the way I roll. And acceptance of this is detrimental to my sanity.

This is why I haven’t posted here in a while.

Just sayin’.


Dea Lorea


I am thinking…..

….I am going to get a new bike.

I will ride it for miles.

I love gliding along listening to the wind push passed me.

Effortless exercise.


Dea Lorea


It is time for sun

After being stuck in the house for the most part for two days, I am ready to soak up some sun and walk outside in the fresh air. It is still colder than I would like, but I will not complain because the wind isn’t blowing icy coldness anymore.

during the storm, Lola would run outside to go potty and turn right around to come back in. Shaking her head after the wind blew her ears. Then she would go to the window, look out and whimper. I told her ” I feel ya girl, I feel ya.”

This morning when I let her out, she looked outside and her spirit was lifted. Her aura had changed the minute she stepped out and she felt that the wind had stopped. Her ears up and her nose lifted. The shadows distinct because the sun is glowing bright. She wandered a bit before coming back in.

We are going for a long walk today.


Dea Lorea

Becoming what is

Fort? Club house? Hide out?

This is what is left of what once was something developed from a thought. From my son.

I love the history and the promise.

It reminds me of being a kid. When I thought I really could dig all the way to China. And then decided I would just like it to be deeper than I was tall. And then realizing that I couldn’t get out.

Adventures. Imagination.

I believed if I thought hard enough, I could fly. If I trusted enough when I jumped that I would float and not fall. I was disappointed every time I hit the ground hard.

I remember when fantasies started forming in my mind. I would snap back into reality after hours of being somewhere else. Those fantasies so vivid that I still remember them clearly.

I wonder what was going on inside of my son’s head when he was building this. I love that he has his own world that he can build the way he wants. He can build what his life will become.


Dea Lorea