Week Two; The Journey...Rambles Along the Lake

Welcome friends...thanks for coming by. We're seeking beauty in all of creation... in our faith and our families; our art and our music; our crafts and kitchens, and even in our own backyard. We'll share a poem or a recipe, a picture or a memory; maybe a dream of how we wish our life could be. And though we acknowledge that the world can be harsh, we're keeping it pleasant in our little corner; endeavoring to keep the words from the Book of all Books: ...Whatsoever things are lovely; think on these things.

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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Week Two; The Journey...Rambles Along the Lake

My legs are aching but my heart is joyful as I write this post. Today I walked 6.2 miles! We took the dog and walked the North Lake Whatcom trail. It was glorious. Sun-shining through the maples and firs, waves lapping on the shore, wild daisies, foxglove, berries, and butterflies graced our path.

Miles Walked
I've walked 14 miles this week! Quite an accomplishment!

Weight
You may remember that on week one, the scales registered a 5 lb weight gain. Since then, my weight has been all over the scales. Today, I am exactly where I started...down 5 lb from last week. I'd like to have seen a pound or two loss from the beginning number, but still am hopeful. The great news...I could button up and actually wear a pair of shorts that were too tight 3 weeks ago!

Strategies
In addition to walking around the neighborhood, I've started to walk to the library and even to local restaurants instead of driving. It's been quite fun to stroll down to the Dutch Mothers Restaurant, share a meal, then have a leisurely walk home. I hope we can keep it up when the weather changes.

BIG NEWS

http://www.onewomanwalking.wordpress.com/

I must tell you that I've started another blog! I know it's crazy. It's hard to keep up with this one! But I've been looking for other women who are blogging about walking...you know, women of a certain age that are trying to shed some pounds and at the same time tramping around the US and the rest of the world. There aren't that many. (Lots of runners, but very few walkers.) So I'm going to chronicle my walking on a new blog...www.onewomanwalking.wordpress.com (Thought I'd give wordpress a try as long as I'm at it. Probably a silly choice, since I'll have to learn their format from scratch!)
Hope you'll stop by and have a look from time to time.

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4 comments:

ellen b. said...: That's great to get a 6 mile plus walk in! Hey if you lived down here I'd walk the Burke Gilman Trail with you...; August 14, 2011 at 12:08 PM
Unknown said...: I'm so glad to have come across this blog. Wonderful that you were able to take such a long walk with your dog:) Will be checking on your new blog, too. I so need to exercise...; August 14, 2011 at 8:13 PM
joanne said...: Yay you! Congratulations on stepping up the walking, it really does pay off in more than weight loss doesn't it!! I hope we have a late fall so you can continue on your new journey. Have fun this week and take care.; August 14, 2011 at 9:29 PM
Anneliese said...: Congratulations on your walking! I have a walking partner.. that really helps!; August 16, 2011 at 8:44 PM

I Am From

I Am From...

by Debora Rorvig

I am from a lumber mill worker’s company house
with peeling paint and a sidewalk made of two by fours.
From faded flannel shirts that smell of pine and cedar boughs.

I am from Mason Jars of homed-canned pears,
from Dairygold milk with cream on top
in bottles on the porch.

I am from a garden plot with rows and rows of golden corn
that always wanted hoeing,
and from atop the highest branches of the Gravenstein apple tree in the Attolini’s orchard-
with apple juice dripping from my chin.

I am from saurkraut and wooden shoes-
the Millers and the Youngedykes,
and from the lively Scottish clan
who wear the McKinnon tartan.

From farmers and woodsmen
plain folk all,
who’s hands were calloused hard
but who’s hearts were tender-soft.

I am from ‘what will the neighbors think’
and ‘if you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’

From saints and sinners who didn’t see eye to eye
but loved each other anyway,
and in their own way.

I am from the Western shores of Washington
strewn with agates, kelp and driftwood,
from Steelhead salmon, salty smoked
and chowder made from clams we dug
at Semiahmoo spit.

I am from my mother Ruby,
who taught me how to sew
on the old Singer treadle machine;
and told me all about my heritage.

And from my daddy, Raymond Claude
who took me nightcrawler hunting in the moonlight
and showed me how to bait my hook
and fish along the Nooksack River’s edge.

I am from an ancient, tattered Holy Bible kept safely on the upper shelf
with pictures of Jesus Christ
and a letter edged in black- carefully tucked inside.
There are births and deaths recorded there,
and a poem by great- great grandfather Alexander Laughlin Mckinnon
who I never met--and yet I know him
better than some I’ve met.

Precious is that Book to me.

And that is where I am from.

My Life List

*Seek first the Kingdom
*Never stop dreaming
*Make a difference in my students' lives
*Create alternate streams of income to fund my goals
*Dress with flair
*Master virbrato on my violin
*Try cross country skiing in Eastern Washington
*Lose those extra pounds and be healthy
*Be more active in my church
*Stop fearing things, people and confrontation; say what I think
*Stop Hurrying
*Inspire my grandchildren
*Own a Cottage on the Beach
*Live the Word
*Memorize the Book of Hebrews
*Find the perfect hairdo
*Be myself
*Look up old friends and make new ones
*Remodel the kitchen and bathroom
*Make my garden lovely
*Sleep under the stars in the desert and hear coyotes howl
*Write and publish a book(s)
*Travel toRio de Janiero, Cape Breton, South of France, Italy,Scotland, Wales, UK, Ireland, Norway, Turks & Caicos, New York City and the Eastern Seaboard; The Deep South, Africa

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Week Two; The Journey...Rambles Along the Lake

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