Whiskey and Moss
  • Getting Advice from the Dying

    Getting Advice from the Dying

    I’m calling bullshit on “advice from the dying” on how to live your life.

    Whiskey and Moss

    June 14, 2021
    rambling
  • That Time I Thanked a Lemon

    That Time I Thanked a Lemon

    I’m sitting in the new light of morning, sipping warm lemon water because it is not yet time to break my overnight fast with a fresh cheese-laden omelette. The warm water comforts me and the tangy taste of lemon makes one feel like I’m doing something good for my body to start my day. I…

    Whiskey and Moss

    May 3, 2021
    rambling
  • Nestled in Sunday Quiet

    Nestled in Sunday Quiet

    Sunday mornings are for ritualizing the mundane. Listening to geese. Watching blue turn gold. Saturdays are usually active. There’s groceries, and some laundry, shopping, and – in normal times – concerts or movies or dinner out. The fullness of Saturday spills into my Sunday morning in the form of carelessly discarded jackets, shoes, wine glasses;…

    Whiskey and Moss

    May 2, 2021
    sipping
  • Capture the Goddess

    Capture the Goddess

    “Capture the gottas.” It’s a phrase used by a biz coach* to help prioritize madness. Make sure you write down things you “gotta” do that you are likely to forget. When I first heard her say the words, what I heard was CAPTURE THE GODDESS. I went along merrily focused on capturing the goddess. Reading…

    Whiskey and Moss

    February 10, 2021
    rambling
  • The Quiet Glow of Ice and Snow

    The Quiet Glow of Ice and Snow

    I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland I love the changing faces of nature;…

    Whiskey and Moss

    February 8, 2021
    rambling
  • Sabbatical Day One – AirBNB

    Sabbatical Day One – AirBNB

    Is it weird that this isn’t weird? I’m alone in a stranger’s home and I miss nothing. I’ve spun my first fresh juice of a 3 day fast and I feel like my life must move in this small, quiet direction. You’d think by now I’d know who I am. Am I really not figuring…

    Whiskey and Moss

    January 5, 2021
    rambling, wandering
  • Evolution

    Evolution

    I read a journal prompt today about mourning the loss of dreams that we’ve let go. I tried to think of one that I had to release and oddly I couldn’t come up with anything. That isn’t to say that I haven’t tried and failed – not by a long shot. But I’ve typically looked…

    Whiskey and Moss

    December 31, 2020
    rambling
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