Well that just sucks doesn’t it.

img_2378I don’t know why I decided today of all days to check on my Google+ account and how the blog posts have been sharing over there, but I did, and oohhh well that just sucks doesn’t it.

Every single item I’ve shared over there for the last 12 weeks has been shared ONLY with me. WTF!*%$#@ I never changed the settings, never would have something just shared with me, hello the point is to SHARE the post with whomever wants to read it.

Every other item ever shared since I started linking the WordPress posts to Google+ shared automatically and publicly each and every time. Until it didn’t. Why did it decide to change without letting me choose? I guess I only have myself to blame because I haven’t looked at G+ in a while. But it still sucks because the last 3 months of posts have basically all been for naught.

I can’t change prior posts visibility status, unless there is a way and I’m too hyped up on Benadryl and Pseudoephedrine to find it and well that sucks even more because I can’t figure it out.

Argggghhhhhh Ok I feel a little better, not.

Inspiration, Observations, Worship, Ramblings, and Giggles galore.

I often find my most inspirational moments while sitting quietly at the local organic coffee roaster, or while on a trail walk in the woods. I haven’t been walking lately, the weather hasn’t been cooperating enough for me to get out there and hit the dirt. It’s been damp and rainy or way too hot depending on the day. And the moments that I am willing to go out there and take on my 3 mile tour, I find myself getting into a funk and not wanting to go.

IMG_5183I want to get lost down the rabbit hole, go on an adventure and get lost on the trails. But I always seem to find an excuse. Today I awoke and was destined to go out on the local trail, then the clouds rolled in and the grey gloomy weather started to appear. Breaks of sun and sudden downpours occurred, and the clouds, oh the clouds resembled snow clouds, big puffy fluff filled clouds.

I hate walking in the rain, the mud, and bugs. Mosquitoes have taken over the woods, and the ticks are at an all time high. Not much fun or head clearing space to be had among the trails when I’m constantly swiping at the dive bombing nuisances. The Off spray isn’t even doing its job as it has in the past.

So I retreat to the shop, prop up the laptop and gaze out the window watching the rolling clouds. Feeling the deep stare of peeping eyes. Maybe I look familiar? Maybe I look like I shouldn’t be involved in my laptop? Maybe I have a booger on my face? Who knows! I look up and we make contact, two young girls, barely in their 20’s sipping on cappuccinos, wispy hair and flowy dresses. They notice me noticing them, and break the gaze. Fine and dandy, let me get back to my blogging.

Very hard to keep an active open mind when random words fill the air around me.

“You want to give the best of yourself to the one who was made for you. You don’t have to take up partnership with all the people giving themselves to you. You need to keep self-control, and if you falter, regain composure and repent your ways. Obviously the ones you give yourself to along the path to your destiny have no place in your future and they will never find the one meant for them if they keep searching on their own. Temptation is around every corner, and we have to ward off that temptation with proper worship.”

That conversation gets a must needed reprieve for my ears and mind by a young father who quietly walks in but catches the corner of my eye.

Car carrier in one hand, holding his young daughter no older than 5 with the other hand, he steps up to the counter to order an Americano. Sitting at the closest table they start to play rock paper scissors. The prize ~ a blueberry muffin. She wins! Giggles ensue and her loose blond curls fly side to side with her enthusiasm. That’s when I spy some tiny little toes peeking out from the carrier at his side. The giggles become contagious, filling the airspace and distracting all but the preaching going on behind me.

The whir and whistle of the espresso machine slowly drown out the rest of the conversations. The swoosh of the ice scooper digging out a cupful, the pound of the tamp against the espresso grind filled portafilter, all joining in a symphony creating their masterpiece which promptly gets placed on the pine countertop without missing a beat.

” Hot chai tea latte please, but I’ll be right back. I need to go wash my hands first, is that okay?” Asks the next customer.

The question breaks my gaze out the roadside windows.

“Sure go right ahead. Medium or Large?” “Medium please and thanks”

The symphony begins yet again, just missing the swoosh of the ice scooper this time. He promptly returns. Wearing his sunglasses while inside on a dark and gloomy morning, he sits at the remaining open table. Taking a long slow methodical sip from his cup he exhales the most exhaustive sigh. All eyes upon him now, but he seems unfazed and unaware. Stretching backwards in his chair, arms reaching for the ceiling. Back legs are the only thing supporting him now, he leans deeper into the stretch, but luckily his imminent fall is halted by a small makeshift side-table.

That would have been a sight to see…

Inspiration comes in many forms, some of which we don’t expect and in some of the most delightful ways.

“Jungle love, it’s driving me mad, it’s making me crazy, crazy.”

“Why is that song on your iPod? asks one barista to the other! Don’t you have any good music on there?” He just smiles. And the earworm will stay with me until the next awesome song invades my eardrums.

A to Z 2015 wrap up and reflection time!


Okiedokie folks it’s that time (at least that’s what I’ve been seeing on my feed today  yesterday) for a wrap up of the month of April and the 2015 A to Z Challenge.

It was an interesting ride to say the least.

I committed back in the middle of March to write 26 posts, all alphabetical and centered around a theme for the A to Z Challenge. The theme for me was Randomness. Which in itself may not have been considered a theme, but to me it was. I am Random Musings and Wanderlust afterall 🙂

Some notes along the way…

  • Most bloggers pre planned their posts weeks in advance, if not further. I didn’t do this. Winging it and going with the flow, I basically blogged daily about whatever I wanted, as long as it coresponded to the days letter.
  • Some also scheduled their posts to show up at specific times (mainly at midnight, so that those folks in other time zones could get a view of the posts)  I did this on some days where I was ahead of the game. But I did notice the days I did schedule the posts to go live between 12am-9am my views of those posts were significantly less. (I usually blog a little later between 11am-5pm, or the really late night musing posts)
  • Some posts that I thought would work great for the challenge weren’t flowing properly or running way too long for the short length of the majority of posts out there. So I had to switch gears about 4 times.
  • Finding A to Z-ers through the sign up that were actually participating was hard. Some dropped out by the time I got around to visiting.
  • Commenting on posts on the Blogger format were difficult at first. Some bloggers didn’t have comments enabled and although I would have liked to leave comments, I found myself bypassing a lot of posts because of this.
  • I wish I was able to visit more blogs (there were over 1300 I believe) and between life and my own posting it was difficult to keep up. I even was lacking in my regular blog follows and visiting their posts as I normally would.

As for stats.

I noticed most bloggers who are doing this wrap up post are discussing their stats. For my humble blog, which started back in July of 2014 but I really didn’t start devoting time until January of this year, really had some nice stats. I think.

I should have thought ahead and taken some photos before tonight, so I could have gotten some idea of the first week of April. This is what I’ve learned from my stats.

  • The week of April 13, the 3rd week of the challenge, I had my most amount of weekly visitors. I haven’t been able to find a weekly comparison from prior weeks to judge.
  • March 2015 I had 1,015 views with an increase to 1,395 in April
  • The A to Z challenge page with the link up of all 1K plus participants only yielded 35 referrals, vs the Facebook and Search Engine searches wich were significanly more in my opinion. Now I’m not sure exactly how either of those work or how they are garnered. I do have the Facebook Blog page, which my stats there are dismal so unless those refereals are from shares that I don’t see the end line of then it’s possible.
  • Although I don’t have a photo to support it, I tracked my WP followers over the month and from April 1st ~ April 30th, I gained 65 followers. Not including Facebook, Twitter, Tumbler, and email. Just straight subscribers/followers of the WP site.
  • Also no photo to show, but I noticed that visitors were maybe not that high for a particular day, but yet their views were pretty interesting.

So although I don’t have another challenge period to compare my stats to, I can compare to my previous months.

  • March 2015. Posts=21. VPV= 2.6. Visitors=388. Views = 1015
  • April 2015.    Posts=40. VPV= 2.70 Visitors=516 Views = 1395
  • Best day for Visitors and Comments April 17th for my OPEN HOUSE post. 46 Visitors 37 Comments
  • Best day for Views April 18th. Pluviophile and Weekend Coffee Share posts. 108 views
  • Best day for Likes April 20th. Q is for Quirky Girl and Daydreaming. 59 likes

What does this teach me?

I haven’t the slightest clue 😉 OK not really. I actually learned that although this challenge was great for me finding quite a few new bloggers to follow, and keep me on a daily writing schedule…I feel burned out. Now you’d probably wonder how that’s possible. I don’t work but yet my life here is pretty hectic and a lot of running around to do, the tick bite I suffered,and also trying to find the time between doctor appointments for Twinkle Toes, being without a computer for a few days, and relying soley on my iPhone 4 to do my posting, it was time consuming.

Writers Block hit me ironically on the day W was scheduled. I swear I didn’t plan this. I did not want this to happen. I had planned on writing about Wanderlust. Hello look who’s the brain power behind this blog haha. But I didn’t have it in me. Serendipidisly writers block was what NEEDED to be written about that day. It’s still lingering on a little longer than I’d like but I’m about to kick it to the curb like the unwanted visitor it is. 🙂

Your 4 most interested (A to Z) posts for the Month of April are:

Non A to Z posts of major interest

As I put A to Z April 2015 to bed, I will say these few words about the experience. It was interesting, creative, tiring, and enjoyable. Will I do it again? Possibly. Will I go with a more structured theme? I don’t think so. I like random as a theme. Will I Schedule posts earlier? No. My readers seem to get me in the later hours and that’s when I’m most creative as it is. So if I go with another challenge it will be on my timeline. I should have participated in the Twitter A to Z Chats, but I was never around during the scheduled times. All in all it was a great experience. But I need a nap. 🙂

I want to thank everyone who came along for the journey. Wether you were here for a few stops along the way, the whole ride to the end of the line, or you hopped on and off through out. I thank each and every single one of you. It’s been fun. And I’ll say that the rest is yet to come…


A to Z challenge. W is for Writers Block. 

It’s finally hit.

The wall.

A case of Writers block. My inspiration seems to have dried up. Hopefully just momentarily. I pondered writing about Wanderlust but even that is evading my weary mind.

Too much swirling around and yet not enough of what I want to be thinking about. I worked last night to write the post that branched off from weekend coffee share but it’s not sitting well with me.


Left in limbo.

A parallel of how I’m viewing my life right now. Seems fitting. But not acceptable.

I think it’s also a case of having my rhythm interrupted. I usually find inspiration late at night when things quiet down. At the local coffee shop. And on the trails.

But after my recent tick bite, I’ve avoided the trails, even when the weather has been decent enough. My other moments of creative inspiration seem to have taken an abrupt stop today as well. Too much interference, interruptions, distractions.

I need a RM&W cave lol. Like a man cave but for me to escape when I need to. One of those little reclusive spots in the back yard away from distractions. Yep I need one of these.



  • Do you have a specific location/time that you do your writing?
  • What do you do if your mojo gets interrupted? How do you find it again?
  • Any rituals to help the creativity flow when you’re feeling a little less inspired?

So I guess in retrospect, my mojo of inspiration, although not what I expected for today, turned out to inspire a little piece for today’s post anyway.

I also think I may have a future project on my hands and a few trips to the home improvement store ahead of me. I have two sheds in the back yard, and although they have been severely damaged by Hurricane Sandy, I may have a bit of inspiration to renovate them into my RM&W space…. Now just to find the extra money to do such a project. Until then, I’ll just seek inspiration in other forms. Hopefully they appear soon.


Today’s A to Z Challenge post is brought to you by the letter W. W for Writers Block!!

A to Z Challenge. V is for Vernalagnia

Lilly awoke ever so feverously, not understanding what was bothering her. Nothing could quench her desires, or quell her fears. No matter what steps she took, her weary mind and soul still yearned for more. During the day she sought solace in the most comforting things, a hot cup of tea, soothing music, a great book, yet something was still amiss. What could so cleverly eluded her, even in her dreams?

Restless one evening, when even sleep couldn’t assuage these feelings, while wrapped in Seans loving embrace he cleverly surmised “Sweetheart, you’re clearly suffering from a severe case of Vernalagnia!”

Image courtesy of [Dynamite Imagery] at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of [Dynamite Imagery] at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Today’s A to Z Challenge post is brought to you by the letter V. (in flash fiction style, 100 words or less.) 

V for ~Vernalagnia Spring Fever.

* Also known as a romantic mood brought on by the budding season after the frosty, freezing, and often sunless months

You’re the Muse. And then. You’re not. 

You’re the muse.
And then.
You’re not.

How quickly things can change.

And by far significantly


Isn’t that the way it always seems to go? The newest, hottest, fresh off the presses, aimed to appeal, teasing, and tantalizing  to the eyes. Can’t wait to get your hands on it. Feast your eyes on the newest prize.

See how long you can hold their attention

Not to much

Not to forward

Not to blunt

Not to sexy

Not to shy

Not to timid

Not to coy

But just so right

Finding that balance of just enough but not ever crossing that invisible line.  But how do you know where the line is. Since it’s drawn in the sand. Forever the tides sweep in and out changing the dynamic. Teetering on a high wire tightrope. Don’t fall! There’s nothing to soften your blow.

Where do you stand.




You find your footing. Faltering just slightly. Feeling your way through the darkness. Making your way to the light. It’s dim and dismal, seems so far.

You you shake yourself up, dust yourself off. Keep moving forward. Going with the momentum. It’s not the end. Just another tide moving in. Till you catch the right wave. Riding the swell into the light.

I am…

I am not defined by stereotypes

I am not my age.  

I am not a job.

I am not my circumstances.

I am not the way I walk.

I am not the way I talk.

I am not the color of my hair.

I am not my marital status

I am not someones child

I am not someones mother

I am Me.

Yet within the same time and space that occupies this life, I am all of those, and yet so much more.

I embrace all of these. Molding us, but not defining who we are. We are all of those things and so much more. Not one, excluding the others, but all of them entwined.

The stereotypes imposed in this life, should not define you, or me, or them. Just be. Be who you are.

I am unique, uninhibited, undeniably, unabashedly, individual, amazingly alive, and wild in my skin I am Me!IMG_3805