The Girl and a Wolf

I was lucky to split my time this Thanksgiving between the beach and the mountains.
That’s pretty dreamy, eh?

I was invited to a Thanksgiving feast set outdoors among rolling hills where coyote and bobcats likely roam.  

From my seat at the table I could steal glimpses of the ocean, 

and watch the sun dip away from its waltz with the sky.

The trees were treated to a chorus of our laughter throughout the night. 

For that alone, I give thanks.

With my belly full and my heart even fuller, 

I headed to the mountains where I counted fish in the lake and scouted for eagles in the trees.

I probably could’ve drank a little less, and used my brain a little more… 

but that’s what New Year’s resolutions are for.  

image is my own, Lake Tahoe

All said and done, I'd rather have a collection of stories to share, 

even if it means a little repentance in the morning.

I tuck those stories away in my back pocket for a rainy day.

You see, a few weeks back I was the girl who cried wolf.

And I feel lighter in step because of it: because of this reversal in course… but.

But there are people I care about that I think I might have let down.

And all I can offer you is this:

I will always be guilty of falling in love with places I haven’t been; with people I have yet to meet.

It’s a fickle fortune that I’ve been dealt by the universe.

And all I can hope is that you won’t fault me for it.

Because all things considered, I think it’s a pretty sacred fate.

And after months of confusion, I figure my path doesn’t need to be so clear.

I will let my heart be guided by the sun and the stars and trust that the other pieces will fall into place.

Have a happy week, my friends.

xo

The Great Christmas Tree Hunt

This was a weekend of highs and lows.

Sometimes that happens, I'm old enough to know.

I'm lucky enough that the good outshined the not so good- by a landslide.

I pulled a cable car for a cause,

and felt the spirit of the city pulsing through my veins with each tug on the rope. 

I picnicked with friends in Golden Gate Park,

and let the December sunshine warm my back.

Sunday brought the grandest adventure of all.

We fled the city and embarked on the great Christmas Tree Hunt.

Tree strapped to the roof of the car, 

we left the farm and journeyed to the grand finale of the day,

 wine tasting high in the rolling hills of the 'burbs. 

When I spoke with my dad to recap the weekend,

he challenged me to just relay the 'highs.' 

And when I see them here on the screen, 

I appreciate the exercise he had me do.

The weekend ended with a lighter heart,

and that makes all the difference.

xo