Posted by fairybekk on January 18, 2012 · 18 Comments
(on livers, and letting go a bit) I was standing in my friend Alysa’s back yard smelling the desert air– with snow falling up in the mountains, and rain clouds billowing their way across the valley, the smell was electric, and cold, and wet. She’d gone to work already. I was packing up, getting ready [...]
Posted by fairybekk on December 22, 2010 · 3 Comments
I remember when I was young, a friend asked me if I’d rather live somewhere that was too hot, or too cold. I thought about it long and hard, and finally decided “Too cold.” “Why,” she asked me (we lived in Scotland– nobody in their right mind would choose cold over hot). “Because you can [...]