Author: Kathy Lee

  • Walking

    Walking

    in the woods for my mental health awed by the sight of a deer enjoying it’s breakfast slowly quietly we continued down the trail Helen Putnam Regional Park in Petaluma provided Michelle and me with lots of woodland and panoramic views on our Saturday hike with a new record for me – 4.66 miles!

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    Crane Creek in Rohnert Park, CA for my morning walk today. Beautiful views, shade trees, a few wildflowers and lots of birds adding music to the walk. Life is good!

  • Dewy Morning Hike

    Hiked Three Peaks Loop in Menifee. Gray skies may have obscured the views but the cool air was welcome company on the steep climbs. Spotted this dewy spider web along the trail. Looking forward to giving it another try on a sunnier day.

  • Earth Day Birthday

    Earth Day Birthday

    Last week I took a little break and went to Joshua Tree NP on Earth Day which was, of course, first my mother’s birthday! I have always loved that it landed on that day since she was ecologically minded without even knowing it – waste not want not was one of her favorite sayings. So,…

  • The Escape

    Today we escape! Years in the making. Weeks of collaborative planning. My children, coworkers, and friends sworn to secrecy. All those years I lied to everyone about the abuse but worst of all was realizing that I had lied to myself about the impact on my kids. The truth bared itself to me that fateful…

  • High in the Western Sky

    The morning moonHigh in the western skyMoon shadows Soft and deepGather across the desert floorQuiet and stillThe sky brightensShadows shift Morning sun Overtakes the moon glowRoadrunners and jack rabbits Scurry through the shadowsThe morning moonDips deep in the western sky

  • I need to know

    I need to know

    Do they grow  Again  After the nuclear annihilation  The trees  The birds  Do they grow  Again I need to know

  • Climb Every Mountain

    I was the most special girl in all the world as I sat across the table from my mom and dad in the otherwise empty ice cream parlor. They had opened the door for just us after closing time because I was important. After all, I was the solo flutist at the school concert that…

  • Justice

    A glance at the store window revealswhat my dress cannot conceal.Knocked up he had sneered, knocking me down. Head held high in the jostling crowdof a half-hour subway rideCrowd flow carries me to the sidewalk. The journey’s purpose looms before me A massive building befitting the institutiondaunting stairsteps taunting me like an unsolved mysteryMy destiny…

  • The Rhythm in The Rain

    The old woman, in the wheelchair, an amputeewith a toddler balanced on the stump of that amputated leg.She uses the whole leg to propel the wheelchairwith her and the little girl toward the open front door.The screen door is closed. They sit in silence,hearing the rain bounce off the concrete steps,smelling the dust of summer…