This blog started as a way to stay connected on my solo journey to Baja from Montana a few years ago. I pretty much left it alone after that. Here we are on our solo journeys. We can’t meet for coffee. The title of this blog came from a friend, Marc Moss, as we sat over coffee. My daughter had cut off all communication with me. I was grieving, still am just differently. Choosing joy in spite of grief. My nephew had invited me to come stay at his place in El Pescadero. Fuck it, why not. So I write to not feel totally alone.
I think maybe I’ll post a picture each day with a piece of writing to go along, or I’ll just write as a journal or share a contemplative collage from my daily ritual to stay sane. Or I’ll share a recommendation of what I’m watching on Netflix or the like. Who knows, none of us know much right now. But we still got love.
Best diversion yesterday: Lola called to share that as she was looking out her window she spotted, Sam Elliott walking down her street. There’s that!
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Hello Frances, from the farm in Paradise. I appreciate it that you reach out with your thoughts. I always appreciate hearing what is up with you–I try to imagine your Southern voice when I read:) I can say that it’s beautiful here today and for us, there are adjustments but I’m sure not so much as those in the cities. Sending love and hope for much more joy for you. xo Paula
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may same elliott come for you too
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Good Morning Frances — I always read your blog — it is lonely and oddly quiet and contemplative at the same time — I lost my little dog Lily a few weeks back — that does make the world totally different — I’m now on the quest for a dog — hiking everyday with friends’ dogs — cheers my dear — Linda Helding
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Oh Lily, I loved her. Where are you these days? I too am in search of a dog of my own, a companion. So good to hear from you.
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