Bonnie's Barefoot Journey

Friends that become strangers. Strangers that become friends. I’d say I have an even number of both that float throughout my life. Today, w...

Why is a windy day such an inspiration to write? As I walk through the woods and breezes stir the leaves around me, they simultaneously s...

October is one of my most favorite months, and I know I'm not alone in this sentiment. It is a beautiful time of year: crisp autumn ...

 I've thought of closing this blog and starting a new one for Buslife- but I decided I'd just re-purpose the B's- that's ...

I’m taking my Sunday morning coffee and solitary time atop the hillside in a hammock tucked against the woods at my friend Justin’s Yurt c...

As I pick weeds, my brain picks through thoughts and ponderings. Working solo lends itself to times of great reflection and thought. Ther...

What is the why? I can examine the why of many things in my life, and truth be told it’s an excercise I am in need of, but today I am exam...