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The More of Me
The More of Me

Monday evening, May 28th, eve of my Pacific Northwest Road trip. Epsom salts bath, I-Pad on stool snug against the tub, I watch Dave Letterman’s interview with Ukraine President Volodymyr Zelensky, filmed from a Kyiv subway tunnel.  Letterman immediately ventures...

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LOVE Octopus
LOVE Octopus

Early April. Glover’s Reef Basecamp, Belize. I’ve traded juicy shiny sheen jungle green for the world of ocean blue. At roughly 18 miles long and 6 miles wide, Glover’s Reef Atoll is a UNESCO World Heritage Site -- there is no allowed fishing and harvesting. Home to...

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Tears of the Jaguar
Tears of the Jaguar

Late March, Bocawina National Park, Belize, 7000 acres of preserved low and highland jungle. “Mouth of the Waving Hills” Bocawina borders the Cockscomb Wildlife Reserve, the world’s first and only jaguar reserve, 128,000 acres of rugged forested mountains. The jaguar,...

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Whale of a Time
Whale of a Time

Sunrise photograph by Rebecca Garrity Early February, Magdalena Bay, Baja, Mexico. I’m on a multi-day kayak camping tour to see the migrating gray whales. From landlocked Santa Fe, I’d been craving the salty sea like nobody’s business, squirming to get my butt back in...

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Age of Worry
Age of Worry

It has been a long time since I’ve posted anything here. Moving through the dark time of the year has been quiet and low-key. I was set back on my heels by a couple of health matters, grounded from traveling to dear family and friends. Instead, there has been lots of...

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Seventy Percent
Seventy Percent

“If there is a magic on this planet, it is contained in water.”  Anthropologist Loren Eisley  Late winter, I spent time in or on the salty sea. Early February I was 55 miles off the coast of Belize on Half-moon Caye, located on Lighthouse Reef...

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Matters of the Heart
Matters of the Heart

“The heart is fickle,” Linda said, as we discussed love relations several years ago. Yes, the heart can be very fickle when it comes to the emotions and feelings we attach to our thoughts and actions. Emotions affect us in the most subtle, tender, and profound ways,...

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Chama Mama
Chama Mama

The name "Chama" is a shortened version of the term spoken by Pueblo people (mostly in the Rio Grande) meaning "wrestling pueblo-ruin". I had my initiation into whitewater kayaking last weekend -- 3 days and 2 nights on the Rio Chama. Originating in...

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Ukraine and “Frack Baby Frack”
Ukraine and “Frack Baby Frack”

In my April 7th blog “Ukraine and Energy Independence” I discussed how renewed calls for the U.S. to increase domestic drilling in the name of energy independence will do little to change U.S. oil imports. Today I want to talk about how "frack baby frack"...

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Paddle it Out
Paddle it Out

It was time for me to paddle it out -- all of it -- the mean and nasty, the vile.  Putin’s empire building heinous war and the deliberate massacre (genocide) of Ukraine citizens, with Russian oil and gas fueling its war machine. Paddle it out.  This...

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Ukraine and Energy Independence
Ukraine and Energy Independence

Russia’s invasion of Ukraine is sending shock waves through global energy markets. As the bans on Russian oil and gas intensify, calls for U.S. energy independence are back in vogue. The rhetoric goes that by increasing domestic production via hydraulic fracturing or...

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Hey Lady, can you spare…
Hey Lady, can you spare…

"Not homeless, just travelin'." There are a lot of down-and-out folks here in Santa Fe who work the street corners and intersections for money. My first reaction is to look away and assign judgment—bum, drunk, addict, deranged, stupid. None of this I am proud...

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Get My Yoga ON
Get My Yoga ON

I knew I would be the oldest, and I figured the stiffest. But it was time to get my yoga ON! Not just zoom classes or my own self-directed practice where it was easy enough to shave down the asanas or step off the mat and tidy the room. Nope, I needed full bore,...

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Re·com·pose
Re·com·pose

Verb: rearrange, reconstitute, compose again or differently. And, Recompose is a death care company, founded by Katrina Spade in 2017. Recompose provides a natural alternative to conventional cremation and burial,known as a natural organic reduction or human...

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Run But Can’t Hide
Run But Can’t Hide

“Social justice” is increasingly uttered in the same breath as “environmental”. Forty-five years ago, when I started down the path of energy economist, it was over the socioeconomic harm to the elderly and vulnerable from skyrocketing utility bills (1973-74 OPEC oil...

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Grace Keeps Coming
Grace Keeps Coming

Grace keeps coming up for me! This video new year message from Caroline Myss "Radiate Grace in 2022" is just too wonderful to not share. Her framing of the pandemic is well worth the listen. I will come back to her message on grace again and again. I would love to...

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Grace Redux
Grace Redux

Darling friend and kundalini yoga teacher Linda just sent me this video recording of the Red Hot Chili Peppers 1995 song “Falling Into Grace”, written for their friend and kundalini yoga teacher Gurmukh Kaur Khalsa. SHAKE YOUR BOOTY! Give a look to Gurmukh Kaur...

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Grace
Grace

The day after Christmas I went snowshoeing in the Santa Fe mountains. The drive up was jaw dropping.  Lush, deep emerald Jefferies and Ponderosas, limbs draped in mounds of snow. Mountainsides of aspens, branches bare from their October yellow splendor,...

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‘Tis the Season
‘Tis the Season

‘Tis the season of illumination. To get to the light we must first pass through the darkness. For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, as we approach the Winter Solstice, what is your relationship to the dark?  Beyond the physical blackness of night, I have...

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Goldilocks
Goldilocks

Northern New Mexico’s magical golden-yellow fall of aspens and cottonwoods has given way to a very dry and brown winter. The long-term regional forecast is for little precipitation. That’s why I treasured the storm system that moved through two days ago with its...

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Grandma’s Kitchen
Grandma’s Kitchen

I am compelled to put up food: can, freeze, and dry.  Berries – blue, black, red raspberry – fresh frozen in gallon bags or canned as no sugar preserves or sauce. Apples –cooked and chunked with peel on, or cooked down into sauce and butter with cinnamon, nutmeg,...

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Zen of Hen
Zen of Hen

I’ve been spending a lot of time down the climate crisis rabbit hole—trying to keep up on dozens of news posts and blogs, attending New Mexico’s two-day Climate Summit, zooming various state and local climate group meetings, and pitching in on some ongoing Washington...

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The Yellow Trial of Faith
The Yellow Trial of Faith

It’s fall in Northern New Mexico and I am head over heels! The out-my-backdoor Santa Fe National Forest is shining mountainsides of yellow aspens. I’ve immersed myself in yellow this week, against a backdrop of the bluest blue skies.  photo Elaine Faust In...

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The Night I Figured It Out
The Night I Figured It Out

It started out innocently enough. There I was with Judy on our mid-August weeklong tour of the Southeast Alaska marine environment in the northern portion of the Inside Passage. Hanging out on the boat around the bar before dinner, one woman looked so familiar. Hmmm....

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What Do You Really, Really, Really, Want?
What Do You Really, Really, Really, Want?

“You need to say this out loud, repeating ‘really’ three times, to ‘really’ get at it,” explained Wayne Dyer, author, and speaker in the field of self-development, in a YouTube video I watched several years ago. For me, after world peace and a full belly for...

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…And Whales, Oh My!
…And Whales, Oh My!

It’s mid-August and six weeks in on my road trip, Santa Fe to the Pacific Northwest. Time to meet up with darling friend Judy in Juneau, Alaska. We board the 143-foot boat “Admiralty” with about forty other guests for a weeklong tour of the Southeast Alaska marine...

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Kayak Rock-a-bye
Kayak Rock-a-bye

June 2021. Ten months ago, after COVID brought home to me how lonely I was in my newly adopted city of Bellingham, I moved from the Pacific Northwest to Santa Fe, to be nearer to my son Ted. I settled in, made connections, felt the rightness of my decision. But since...

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This New Day
This New Day

This new day.  Not any other.  Not yesterday, or tomorrow. But – this - new - day. What will I do, say, or be, on this new day? Will I drag, carry, tote,  all prior, past? Will I grab, grasp, yearn,  For what is not here? Will I qualify my...

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On the Road Again
On the Road Again

Sunday morning, July 11, 7:30 a.m. I’ve been up since five o’clock, finishing yard work and the last bits of packing for my two-month road trip.   I open the front screen door, take one step out, look down and exclaim, “Oh my gosh!” A baby bird lies on its...

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OMG and WTF…
OMG and WTF…

…Am I doing?  Okay, here goes. I am throwing myself out there, putting my stake in the ground…as a (gulp!) writer. The posting of this blog to my new website makes it official.  It’s been two years this month since I got serious about writing my memoir....

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2015 Gypsy Tour

As much as I love Reno, the surroundings, and so many dear friends and neighbors, a deep primal craving for more fertile soil, and more green and blue, launched me on my gypsy tour. The theme “follow the love” became interchangeable with “follow my heart” and “follow the beauty”, which I found in and through everyone I met and everywhere I went. Setting out in my newly acquired 1995 VW Eurovan camper already named Roy and christened with an above windshield owl Liz, I found many edges to self, and went beyond most. I had the often daily opportunity to choose how I wanted to feel: secure or insecure. Without much of a game plan, I lived much more by intuition and desire. 54 nights in Roy, spending most of my time in state and national parks and forests, living simply in gratitude, appreciation and joy; letting time unfold at its nature-pace, surrendering many conceptions of how things should be. I found my next home in Bellingham, Washington – a teeny “butterfly house” – part of old farm homestead on the edge of town – worn and wild – just like me, just like me.

Gypsy Tour — Week 8
Gypsy Tour — Week 8

Monday, Tuesday, August 31st – September 2nd My first week of the gypsy tour was daily near “I’m going to melt down moments.” Seven days and more. My test. My tour. My experience. There were so many edges, with two emotional choices or “doors” to choose from: A....

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Gypsy Tour — Week 7
Gypsy Tour — Week 7

Wednesday, August 26th I tore myself away from Bellingham yesterday afternoon, saying so long for now to Ruth, Carole, and “The Homestead”. Headed south and west back to port side Anacortes for regional community group “Sustainable Connections” 15 year anniversary...

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Gypsy Tour — Week 6
Gypsy Tour — Week 6

Wednesday, August 19th I have been camping in Larrabee State Park 10 miles south of Bellingham since Sunday, having come down from quite a Mt Baker National Park high. Access to showers again is nice, along with internet and cell (when I come into town). Though I have...

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Gypsy Tour — Week 5
Gypsy Tour — Week 5

Monday, August 10th I am making my way further north along the Washington coast. Saturday visit to Anacortes (16,000 population 2010) took in farmer’s market, art fair, harbor, seaside and about town bike ride, and mid-day seafood, wine, followed of course by ice...

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Gypsy Tour — Week 4
Gypsy Tour — Week 4

Wednesday, August 5th Lavender fills Roy, buds from the lavender wand I purchased Saturday in Snoqualmie Falls area have been shedding all over the place. At home, I would likely feel compelled to “clean up”. Here in Roy, one step from the outside, it’s natural,...

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Gypsy Tour — Week 3
Gypsy Tour — Week 3

Monday July 27th Today marks two weeks out for the gypsy tour. I’m at the Olympia VW dealership for some Roy diagnostics on intersection stalling. The oddness started when we got to Oregon lower elevations; something I have been trying to ignore it for several days....

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Gypsy Tour — Week 2
Gypsy Tour — Week 2

Week 2 Monday, July 20 Big girl panties day. Left laid-back Lost Valley and came to big city Eugene. Have spent a few hours fiddling with Chickenomics website and Gypsy Tour blog — ALL BY MYSELF!!! No Carlos handholding (doing it for me). I had been stalling like...

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Gypsy Tour — Week 1
Gypsy Tour — Week 1

Monday July 13 By the skin of my teeth…I got the hell out of Reno. It took Eric’s Saturday chocolate B-Day cake and two coffees. A panic trip back to J’s VW because Roy’s stovetop was not working — Jeremiah kindly turned on the gas. And oh goodness, task/errand,...

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Energy Economics

“The Risk Takers – Powering Our Future” produced by friend and dear mentor Robert Kahn, explains in under 20 minutes the history and evolution in competition in power generation in this country. It’s not been an easy row to hoe, and certainly imperfect in many ways. You’ll find me here as one of the storytellers.

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