Gin Getz's Blog

This has nothing to do with writing or rain or riding through the wilds. It’s political. Because I choose not to be. I don’t get what’s up with our world. But I can’t not see it. So what’s a gal to do? You see; you feel; you care. And then what? At some point, you’re … Continue reading Standing.

Lit from a window with dark and drama as if a Vermeer farm house woman painted on old canvas, weathered and worn with time. Where is my pitcher, my cup, a book held just so, or an open letter draped in my perfectly poised hand? Instead, I loom mighty over a laptop, screen cold blue … Continue reading Stripped. Bare.

This is me. Real. Raw. A little rough around the edges. No frills and nothing fancy. Some days unsettled in shifting clouds, stirred by wild winds within and around me. Other days grounded in terra firma, pummeled by fall rains, nourishing dormant seeds, creative seeds, growing enough to give a part the self to others. … Continue reading Up close and personal.

I’m back after a couple weeks of silence. Staying silent somehow helps me find my self. Back. Where? Here. For now. Today I am at Riverwind. In the far north of California that most of you will never know exists. A peaceful private place along a wild river, tucked away with safety and secrecy, and … Continue reading Lost. And found.

Not all of us were born where we belong. Maybe I am not there yet. Maybe we never arrive. Maybe it’s all just an endless journey passing through places and time. The never-ending journey of growing up. Why did I ever think it would be easy? And why did I ever think it would be … Continue reading Lost in transition

Here’s a little side note to share with you. This past week, I had to fit a quick trip to Denver in between finishing windows, walls and doors. And since I never did get a truck (remember, I got the horse instead), and the bus route I used to take is no longer, I flew. … Continue reading Somewhere out there in this big bright beautiful world.

This morning heralds the change of season. Autumnal Equinox. The season of change. And somehow, of soul. Of letting go. Releasing. And oh yes, of softening. Into the mountain as she shares an ornate display before stripping bare and standing forth unadorned. A time of exposure, openness, inviting us gently to reveal our true colors, … Continue reading The season of the setting sun.

This is not for those who want a quick one liner to rapidly read, cringe at or smile, and go on about your day. I ramble. For those with the patience and interest to read, I hope you’ll relate and enjoy. And for those to whom I have yet to respond to your always appreciated … Continue reading On time.

Building got the better of me this past week; no time to write, with a huge push to get the roof built. Seems like all work and no play… yet tomorrow we’re taking off… something special to celebrate…the roof is built (metal comes this next week) and our anniversary is today. For now, I’m just … Continue reading Together.

It’s changing. Seems like it’s early this year. When the clouds cleared this morning, I looked for snow on the peaks around our valley. Not yet. It’s close though. I feel it. There’s frost on my boots in the cold gray morning as I let the horses out for the day. Breaking ice upon the … Continue reading As for the rest of the story…