An inspired adventure blog

An inspired adventure blog

For the doers, the dreamers, the trekkers

A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. -Leopold Stokowski   [caption id="attachment_2738" align="aligncenter" width="1024"] The Musical Mountaineers, Rose (piano) and Anastasia (violin)[/caption] I never imagined that I would be one half of The Musical Mountaineers. Even now, when I watch our videos or look at the photographs from our adventures, I have to pinch myself - "Is this real life?". When I decided to jump in and blaze my own trail, I knew it was going to be beautiful, but I never imagined...

My official “poetry training” is as follows: I started writing poems as a child on an old, manual typewriter. That’s it. I’ve never taken a class on how to write a poem. I vaguely remember learning something about, “iambic pentameter”, but I would need to use Google to remember what it means. I know what a haiku is, but otherwise, if you are looking for some sort of definitive poetry training, I have no clue what I’m talking about – and I’m so incredibly thankful...

“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” - Rumi   One year ago today, I almost lost everything. My mom and my husband and I were driving home from the most incredibly wonderful day of snowshoeing, when our truck hit a patch of black ice and went spinning across the highway - directly into the path of an oncoming semi-truck. To this day, I cannot explain why I am still here. There is no feasible explanation for how we did not get struck...

One day, before I believed that everything was possible, I wrote, “You can’t force magic” on the back of my hand. I didn’t even know what it meant – I just knew that I needed to understand it. I had been living in a world of “can’t, shouldn’t, won’t, will not, don’t” for so long. I was trapped in place by fear of the unknown. I believed that every “what-if” scenario in the world was involved in a giant conspiracy to prevent me from being...