St. Kitts & Belle Mont Farm

My husband, daughters and I just returned from a trip to Belle Mont Farm on the island of St. Kitts.  Now that we’re awaiting a blizzard in Vermont, our whole vacation feels like a dream.  The beautiful & generous people, the warmth & color, monkeys, mongoose, birds, flora, farm to table food and the views of other islands were all so magnificent.  Belle Mont Farm is a hotel up in the mountains on 400 acres of fertile, organic farmland and tropical forest.  It was remarkably special and now etched in my memory.  I’m so grateful for the experience.

I had a realization while staying at Belle Mont Farm that I often live with a strange sense of guilt when I enjoy nice things. Why in the world do I feel this way?  After a little soul searching, here’s where I landed.  I believe some ancient part of me feels that there’s only so much abundance in the world and I’ve already been granted my share.  I’m not really deserving of more.

This thinking is more than a little absurd, right?  Life is not a zero-sum game.  I’m genuinely happy when other people get to experience cool things.  I don’t think, damn, now the universe has less for me.


a situation in which one person or group can win something only by causing another person or group to lose it

Thank you Belle Mont Farm for the lesson learned I learned about abundance.


happy solstice…a time for quiet reflection

Winter solstice 2017 in Northern Hemisphere will be at 11:28 AM 

Thursday, December 21 (eastern time)

mind travel & wanderlust






Florence, Italy

Cork, Ireland

San Francisco, California

Pickstown, South Dakota

Los Angeles, California

NOLA—shadows, signs & light

TED in New Orleans

November 1st-3rd I had the privilege of attending the TEDwomen’s conference in New Orleans.  I have yet to distill the stories I heard into something easily shareable.  I will eventually though.  However, after the conference ended Friday at noon, and I had lunch with new friends, I had to shift hotels and…

when I walked into the Catahoula Hotel I was so instantly smitten.

This courtyard space at the Catahoula will be where I go in my head when I get dental work done or just want to escape.  It so spoke to me.  My room was really funky.  The staff was great.  There was a rooftop deck and bar.  The coffee was delicious.


When I woke up the morning after the conference something funny happened.  If you listen to TED talks, which I highly recommend you do, you will get this.

I woke up speaking TED. 

My first thoughts when I woke up were, “Twenty-eight years ago, I was searching for something I did not understand and landed in the hippie hills of Vermont.  How could I, a small town girl from conservative, southern South Dakota believe that the lefty enclave of Burlington, Vermont would be where I would find my husband, my tribe and myself.  How could I…”

And it just kept going on like this.  I couldn’t stop thinking in TED speak.  I cracked myself up.  After hearing those remarkable stories for three days, one right after another, the cadence of the talks became a part of me.  I don’t speak TED anymore—just in case you were wondering.

There are some links below to TED talks.  You can find something to spark you on any subject in the universe—oh, and also the link to the hotel if you are planning a trip to New Orleans.

2600 talks to stir your curiosity: TED talks

fog & fishing in Town Neck

This morning I couldn’t sleep, it was foggy.  I’ve always loved fog.  I grabbed my camera, a few bills for coffee and slipped out quietly so Jeff could sleep a little longer.  It was a little after five.  After taking a few shots in my yard, I was bored.  I drove to the beach and ran into a friend walking to work.  I watched as he vanished into the fog.


Then I drove to the canal to take pictures of the guys fishing.


I witnessed some lovely fishermen camaraderie.  I got quite an education too.  I tried to not be in the way.  I think I might’ve been a couple of times. But, they were gentlemen and didn’t mention it to me.  Mark, Norman and Nick seemed like pretty good guys.


This fish really didn’t want to give up the fight.  He was in too rough of shape to be thrown back.  I think I saw the last breathe of this 38″ (37.5″ to be exact) striper.


R.I.P. big guy

Mark (tan shirt) offered his fish to Norman and his son, Nick.  Norman soon had a fish on his line and his son helped him pull it up.  It was all a thrill and the fog added some drama to the whole scene…oh, how I love fog.


Later Norman caught another one and released it because it was in good shape.  They were going home with two good sized fish (one caught and one gifted already).  I appreciated seeing the care taken to get the hook out as cleanly as possible.  Norman threw it back into the Cape Cod Canal to live another day.

Swim on little fella, there’s mackerel to dine on.


Mark, Norman and Nick were good guys.  I bought them coffee to thank them for letting me take photos…it seemed like the least I could do.  Mark and I take our coffee the same, “black with cream”.  I found this funny…black with cream.  I’ll never order it any other way again.

By getting out of my comfort zone, I was given access to a world I had little knowledge of. 

I usually sit on my porch in the morning or walk the same loop. 

This morning the siren song of fog lured me to explore and I was handsomely rewarded. 


Thanks fellas for one of my favorite mornings in Town Neck.


Graffiti never fails to inspire me artistically.  I’m now thinking about the empty walls of my garage…so many possibilities.