Gin Getz's Blog

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

One day snow. The next a river of rain in the sky. And then we’re out working in shirt sleeves while it’s 75 in the sun. The river slowly settles after the dumping of warm rain stripped snow from the hills and even the mountains appear bare. Early morning, robins speckle the pasture along with … Continue reading Shifting seasons.

Yesterday was a milestone for me. Seven years sober. Seven years of showing up. No champagne corks popped to celebrate. There was no celebration though still a lot to celebrate. Some of us are faced with the choice – to drink or not. Not much middle ground. Be strong and stable, or drink. Be calm … Continue reading Seven Sober

Alright, this one got long. Grab a cup of coffee and sit back when you have some time, if you’re willing to read it through. At my age, you start to hear it more often: You should teach that! With all your years and experience, you have so much to share! Is this a compliment, … Continue reading Good advice