Author Archive: Vicki's blog

Woe Is Me

I am broken. Diminished by a thousand years of bad decisions, heavy laden with the baggage of a lifetime. Inside my soul lies a pool of molten lava, a result of my shattered heart. The lava bubbles inside, burping up anger and rage in unpatterned explosions. Will I survive this rage inside me or will …

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25 Lessons Learned On My Latest Backpacking Trip

When the book Wild came out a few years ago, I picked it up and was inspired to do the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT). Life got busy and my plans fell to the wayside. Then the movie came out this year and I bought it and watched it several times, each time getting more excited …

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Missing Her

Today is her birthday. She would have been 11 years old, a mere 77 in dog years. I’m wandering around in my life trying to recover from losing her. It’s like losing a child.  I go through the motions but the spark is lost. Her babies are lost without her too. When we played fetch …

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The Door To Retirement

The corridor is crowded and the doorway is oscured by the bustle of people moving in every direction but yours. You’re  a little scared having never been through this door you don’t know what to expect, what you will do, how it will end. Your whole life seems to culminate right there at the end …

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To Mr. Whitman

While often I feel like an oak in the middle of a forest  of pines, I am amazed and inspired when synchronicity reveals others with the same ideas and beliefs as I. I have discovered by accident the well known book Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman and have found many ideas  similar to mine …

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Owl

The evening was crisp and dark. I padded down my long driveway to put bottles in the recycle can, as the garbage service was coming tomorrow. As I neared the road I heard a muffled flutter and looked up to see a great horned owl fly from the street to the wire above me. My …

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Hibernation

I want to hole up in a cabin for a whole year, away from the pretenders, the liars, the hypocrites, the passive aggressive cowards, and the fakes. If I take visitors they will have to leave those things at the entrance and come only baring their soul and their joy.  That’s what I want….

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Descension to ascension

Descending into the darkness, the valley I promised to cross comes into view. Losing my false sense of self is terrifying and peaceful at the same time. I realize that my sense of self worth is a comfort to my ego but not my soul. The torrents of wind circle my ankles and climb up …

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Life…

I listened as the sonnet played in the background of the empty desert café. It was early and I was the first customer. I wondered if I would be the only customer for that day as the diner was in the middle of nowhere in the Arizona desert. I watched as the waitress, standing outside …

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Alone or lonely

The soul’s journey was meant to be personal. While others provide love, companionship, information and physical pleasure, ultimately it is me that chooses what to incorporate intomy life’s journey and what to discard. Alone is a perceived harsh word with a less than positive meaning passed down from generation to generation until it is no …

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