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We’ll leave the beach for a day, and you can see what I see every day — Union Station in Denver. It’s a beautiful building, and often in the morning, people are lined up waiting for the California Zephyr to take them on to parts west. While in the past two years, it has been transformed from what was for me, a sanctuary of stillness and spirit, to a hub for people to sit, work, chat, eat, drink, and generally be social, it still retains a touch of its old self, especially on the outside. And I can still feel the ghosts, way up in the arches of the ceiling.

Denver, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves — they’re good to have but the trouble is, folks get to depend on ’em.” — Laura Ingalls Wilder

Daily gratitudes:
That the blues have lightened a bit
The magnificent view of the Front Range
How the stars seemed to have shifted tonight
Mr. Man all snuggled up by my side

I have been making a point of – literally – stopping to smell the flowers lately. Coming home from Job #3 on Saturday, I stopped by the creek and listened to the water and the birds, and watched the sunset. I’ll share pictures. Yesterday, MKL and I went to the car show (he’s a total car guy) and I’ll share pictures from there. And today, getting off the shuttle, I stopped to smell the peonies on the corner of 16th and Wynkoop, and caught this picture. And wanted to share it with you.

I suffered a loss today, a professional loss, and I was interested to see how hard I took it. As I told MKL over lunch, I found myself in my head doing exactly what I did at other significant losses – the deaths of my parents, my best friend, my dogs – in which I kept thinking, “Maybe if I do this, I can fix it.” Of course, that’s not possible. It’s magical thinking (and not in the good way), which I know I’m prone to. But it was a small piece of enlightenment about myself, and a realization of what a deep personal, emotional, investment I have in the projects I work on for my company. It’s something to think about.


Denver, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “The little boy nodded at the peony and the peony seemed to nod back. The little boy was neat, clean and pretty. The peony was unchaste, dishevelled as peonies must be, and at the height of its beauty.” — Robertson Davies

Daily gratitudes:
The scents of summer
Infinitely changing skies
Old couples holding hands
That Anastasia Fawni got second place in her very first ever drag competition
That peonies bloom amongst the bricks and mortar of the city

Sights from Denver last week:

The lovely white moth that drowned sadly, but beautifully, in the dog water dish at the Marg Bar. I wish I had had my camera with me to take a picture, but if you combine this:

With this:

Dog water dish with bones

Perhaps  you’ll get the picture.

The homeless men who were sobbing and arguing at each other: “If you want to be my brother, then you can’t do what you did last night. You can’t put your arm around my neck and SQUEEZE. You just don’t do that to your brother, man.” Though I probably did it to my own brother once during our battalion years.

The gentleman in the bus station who had a sneezing fit. However, when he sneezed, he made a sound like a snort, but followed it up with a distinctly spoken ACHOO.

Pik-ACHOO courtesy of

The lady with the knee-length multicolored dreadlocks. I’m pretty sure hers were real.

The gentleman on the bridge across Hwy. 36. We were approaching from opposite sides, and he had stopped and was talking about the glass being missing from four of the windows. I just assumed he was talking on his invisible phone.  We continued towards each other, he still mumbling, and he paused, looked up, and said, “You’re a nice bridge.”  He’s right. It is a nice bridge. And it was nice of him to tell it so.  Probably made the bridge’s day.

The nice bridge at US 36 and McCaslin Blvd.

Discovering that if you put your phone up to your ear before you get to the incredibly annoying (though they are just doing their job and for a cause they believe in too) canvasser people who are ALL OVER 16th Street, holding our their hands to shake yours and talk to you and making you feel like a horrible person when you ignore or dismiss them because how rude is it not to shake someone’s hand when it is offered, they target someone else  – because you appear to be on the phone.

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The gentleman on the bus with the INCREDIBLY SHINY head.  It just gleamed like it had been oiled. Maybe it HAD been oiled, I don’t know. No, now that I think about it, a few short, wispy hairs were sticking up,  and they would have been slicked down had his head been oiled.

Incredibly shiny bald head

Who knows what interesting things we’ll see this week?  I must keep the camera handy.

Daily gratitudes:
Fending off a migraine (barely)
My little air conditioner, courtesy of MKL
Iced anything
That I didn’t get heatstroke from my walk today
Having $5 buried in the bottom of my purse so I could get home tonight


I have no beach to walk on
like Lucy did
but I have as many ghosts
or perhaps more.

my feet leave invisible prints
on waves of pavement
at the edge of a concrete sea.

the passage of time
and the healing of hearts
follows the same course
despite disparate shores.

And the ghosts –
the companions of a solitary soul –
they just

only they
can see.

May 2021


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