Dreaming of Puck’s Trail…

Benedict Pond, MA

Benedict Pond, MA

Strapping on my yaktrax I hopped out of the car to meet my old friend Benedict Pond (see my post On Benedict Pond). Always in pulling into the parking lot and seeing the pond, there is a familiarity of bonding, of shared experience, of connection. Yep, the pond is rather human to me, a living, pulsing ecological beauty, with life throbbing around her thick frozen top. Interesting I see her as feminine when her name is Benedict.  Continue reading

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Drab reigns in the winter’s pale…

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My boots fitted with yaktrax worked wonders!

As most of you know, we have been having quite the chilly, snowy winter in the Northeast and March came in like a white lion. I am not complaining, I am fortunate that I can “work” at home. Right now I am off contract and keeping busy with writing, reading, hiking, art, auditions, and classes, nothing where I have to be at work at 8am every day. So when it snows, I can stay home and bake, or sing and play ukulele. I am fortunate. But I miss hiking so I recently pulled out the yaktrax that I got for Christmas and hit the trails. Yes, it’s cold, and yes, it’s worth it. I even found a message written in the snow just for me…. Continue reading