People say that having a child changes your life. I say that traveling with a cat alters your destiny or at least your destination. I used to be a spontaneous traveler, a fluid nomad of sub-cultures, a born again gypsy; now I'm a 50-something, widowed too early, with a hairball who holds court appreciating no one and … Continue reading Numeral V of The Gatita Chronicles
Author: Writings By Rosemary
The Complexity of Simplicity
Before this current sabbatical, I would have said that I was torn between my love of the ocean and that of the mountains. After spending a month and a half in South Dakota then three weeks in Montana, my desire to see and hear big bodies of water overshadowed the rugged beauty of both of … Continue reading The Complexity of Simplicity
Sleeping in South Dakota
In Mitchell, South Dakota, population 16,000, I wait for the weather to warm up and the Great Plains wind to die down, so I can sleep in a tipi for two nights on the Rosebud Sioux reservation. After Rosebud, I'll continue west across the state to the Pine Ridge reservation and sleep at the Singing … Continue reading Sleeping in South Dakota
Remembrance and Reverence
There is something honorable about remembering those who passed before us, choosing a day or two to give reverence. For some, it is the anniversary of their death in human form or the anniversary of their birth on earth, or even both dates. Many native American tribes had different rituals for how they respected and … Continue reading Remembrance and Reverence
Kathryn and Me
Over the weekend, I engaged in a heavy dose of self-torture by reading about literary genius, Jonathan Franzen, and how he came to be so god-like to book critics. This followed with a dream in which I met Franzen, who refused to speak to me because he was disgusted with my writing. It was, of course, a metaphor … Continue reading Kathryn and Me
Revitalization in Saginaw
Last Friday, I presented to a Leadership class of juniors at Saginaw Valley State University (SVSU) in Michigan, most of whom were in business programs but a few that were art and theater students as well. After reading about the Hook Wild Basin Endowment, the professor, who I met at a dinner gathering, sent an email … Continue reading Revitalization in Saginaw
Out of Dixie and into the Hand
My first night in Michigan, I had a dream in which I took the same roller coaster ride over and over and over again. A friend of Hook’s was at the festival with me, which I’ve learned from previous dreams usually means that Allan is somewhere nearby. In the last months of Hook’s life, this … Continue reading Out of Dixie and into the Hand
Writings By Rosemary 