Traveling With Jo

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"May your rivers flow without end meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poet's towers where tigers belch and monkeys howl..."

--Edward Abby

If you've ever wondered where to begin--think about what you want to learn, go find it, and invite others to come along on the journey.

I'm inviting you to join me

The world needs our Synergy.

Join the Synergy

We need your clear spirit.
We need your integrity.
We need your love for the land and its life forms.

About Us

We have a new addition to our family

Introducing Magnificent Zeke

This photo was taken by a local Animal Shelter after Zeke's surgery to amputate his right front leg that had been deformed from birth. RV Outlet, a local company had graciously paid for his surgery. A donation we honor from the bottoms of our hearts.

Their generosity gave my daughter the opportunity to adopt magnificent Zeke and add him to our household of two dogs, one cat, one husband, one daughter, one grandson, and me.

Mighty Zeke, two feet in the air,
one on the ground, toy in the mouth.

From Zeke's inspiration--to carry on, find a forever home, and be happy,
to:

Where Castles are Dreamed of

The Wayback

The Wayback is an auxiliary building behind our house where I curtained off a spot for my office. The building was a dance studio for the previous owners, purchased by us to be a shop form my husband, that passed, became storage, and now it is a special place for me where I sweep the floor for the Muse--as an invitation for her to enter without soiling her gown.

I snapped this picture on a clean-desk-day. Normally it is strewn with papers, books, a small heater, pens, gloves, you know, stuff.

Sweetpea, my faithful companion, rides shotgun from her spot under my desk in front of the heater.

The Pink Dogwood tree to the right is about five feet from my window, in full flower now. Last month when I snapped the desk picture, the tree you can see out the window was still naked as new-born chicks. When pretty little April came along, the adorable Pink Dogwood tree joined the parade. How did that tree make all that beautiful pinkness?

I am amazed at it every year.

I have a couple of other blogs, but decided to start this one because I wanted a happy spot online.

And no AI!

(Unless you consider running text through Grammarly.) I'm trying not to rant about politics--although readers must have liked it for I got more readers when I was ranting. I need to save my sanity, so I created this site.

Other blogs:

https://www.wishonwhitehorses.com/

https://bestdamnwritersblog.com/

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