Gin Getz's Blog

Sharing some deep thoughts, as I’m known to do – and a slew of photos as I’ve not taken the time to check in for a couple weeks. Three years since getting my first phone and setting up this Facebook account, and I can’t say I’m really rocking it. Nor especially keen on it yet. … Continue reading Next!

The past couple months have found me at Riverwind, grounded, silent, content. Humbled before soil and seeds and starts in the ever blooming garden. Humbled before the cold blue screen upon which a story breaks ground and grows. Both need nurturing, tending, feeding and weeding, digging in and turning entire sections over. And then it … Continue reading Where I’m at.

Simply sharing the view back home from our big back yard. Until next time, With love, always love, Gin

Sometimes it feels like you’re the only one out there, on the outside, looking in, and you wish you could be in there too.  In the circle. A part of it all. Accepted. Allowed. Included. Embraced. But maybe that’s not where you belong. And you remind yourself it’s okay. And that you’re not the only … Continue reading The view from outside the circle.

Call me simple – and indeed, I strive to be – but I’m not a colorful gal. Black and white is more my thing. Give me a gray sky any day when aspen are turning gold or I just stand there and stare overwhelmed. This week has been colorful. Oddly enough, or so it still … Continue reading Simply silver and gold.

I’ve spent more time than usual sitting the past few weeks, the only way to gain momentum and leap ahead with progress on a book. It’s working. But you know what they say about all work and no play. I reward myself with time in the garden. Sipping hot tea while wandering through the rows, … Continue reading Ode to the soil.

I’m trying to keep this short and sweet. But lo and behold, you know my tendency leans towards long and deep. And often a little dark. It’s a section I’m working on from A Long Quiet Ride. Something I was going through then. The motivation for that journey. Kinda like the cattle prod or kick … Continue reading Unfurling.

This old photo popped up online recently. Always liked it. (Thank you, Bob, for taking it probably 18 years ago.) And always loved that horse. Quatro. I used to call him my Marlon Brando. My bad boy. In a good way. He could step out like no one’s business. And flip around faster than a … Continue reading Let it bleed.

I guess this is called a teaser. From “A Long Quiet Ride”… words in the works. I lay in bed, sheets warm and worn, pacified by gentle wind from open bedroom windows. I’m listening to the song of the river and my husband’s gentle breath. He lays beside me, still asleep, limbs still intertwined, back … Continue reading A teaser.

Early morning. Above the glow of the candle and illuminated table upon which my pen scratches passionately at the invitation of open space on empty journal pages. Shifting focus. Softening my gaze. Opening up. Looking around. Seeing beyond safe and assumed. Seeing not what I expect to see but rather what is really there. So … Continue reading Soften your gaze