In touch

Because of my husband’s vocation, we’ve lived a long time surrounded by wildlife in the middle of nowhere. Our closest neighbor is a full mile away. Living like we do, both he and I have strong circadian rhythm. There are no clocks in our bedroom to jar us from slumber.  We wake at dawn all year round and have since leaving the big city 32 years ago. The wake up call around here has always been birdsong and wind.

I understand wildness. Before my arthritis became a louder presence in my world, my husband and I took  jaunts into the Canadian wilderness. Funny thing about canoeing the wilderness. It changes how you dream. Without fail, your dreams go from the average urban dreams to wild dreams. You dream the habitat. And, in short order, you become aware.

If you allow it, nature seeps into your psyche queticoand triggers ancient senses. We all live our lives going by the five obvious  senses we’re told we possess — Touch, Sight, Hearing, Taste, and Smell. But we have far more. There are 21 confirmed senses both internal and external, and 33 if you count the “debatable” ones like Intuition. (The Greek philosopher Aristotle made a lengthy list of senses. I’ll do a larger post on this topic for the A to Z Challenge)



After so many years, my husband and I have become a part of this habitat — our senses triggered by the wild that makes up where we live. These senses allow you to smell snow or rain on the way. They make you take notice of small details that will tell you something important if you take the time to listen: If the barn swallows are flocking, fall weather is coming early. When the red-winged blackbirds come, a thaw is imminent. If the geese are heading to the river, anticipate a fierce storm. If the bees suddenly disappear, expect that storm relatively soon even if the sky is blue.

The wind is howling this morning, seriously howling. The old puppy nosewas having a hard time keeping her balance against it when I took the pups outside for their morning walk. I mention all of the above because the dogs are excited today. Unusually so. My old puppy turns 14 tomorrow, and because of her advanced age has days where she seems to forget why she’s outside. But she’s very alert today. The little one is beyond alert. She’s tight with anticipation. I watched them go about their business and it’s obvious they sense something today. Standing in the howling wind, their noses mined the air and I just knew they discovered olfactory gold. They know. And for the first time this year, I felt it too. I felt the shift into spring today.

We may get cold weather. We may have snow or ice yet to come. But there’s no denying the tide has turned. It’s in the air. Yay!

And I’m feeling grateful.  🙂


I’ve temporarily cut back on blogging cleanfor my put-my-life-back-in-order spring cleaning — a project known far and wide as the Annual Purge. Thanks for stopping by even if there isn’t much new to see. I have no time for blogging right now, but the extinct word of the day is updated daily.


Another 100 Things Blogging Challenge! For 100 days, I’ll post something from my chosen topic: Words on the Verge of Extinction. There are 29 entries to come.

Here’s one for today:

Gelicide (noun 1656-1681)

a frost


I’m participating in The Romance Reviews’ Anniversary party. My particular part in the contest is over, but the celebration runs all month long and there are a lot of prizes to be had. See what I have up on my newest satellite blog:


4 Us iconSee what’s happening on the blog today

Check out the newest contest on our website. We have Leprechauns to find! Our March contest will have 5 winners with one Grand Prize Winner: $50 gift card for Amazon/B&N. Other prizes will be split randomly among the remaining 4 winners.


all7books-smallLove Waits in Unexpected Places – Scorching Samplings of Unusual Love Stories

Download your copy of my free 1st and 2nd chapter sampler, I write what I’d like to read so my stories are rich in realistic/historically correct dialogue and factual information. My multidimensional characters are the sort you’d welcome into your home to share a cup of tea or a beer. Though I wouldn’t open the door to the villains…


Coming soon~

I’ll be blogging full bore in April with the A to Z Challenge. My list is growing and topics will cover fascinating aspects from history. I have a healthy sense of wonder. I promise your imagination will fly with mine.

For ten days in April I’ll be in the Authors in Bloom blog hop on one of my satellite blogs. It’s all about showing those many facets authors have outside of their novels. Many years ago, my husband and I led wild foods programs for Chicago’s Field Museum and I’ll be sharing my recipes.



About ~RoseAnderson

Rose Anderson is an award-winning author and dilettante who loves great conversation and delights in discovering interesting things to weave into stories. Rose also writes under the pen name Madeline Archer.
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4 Responses to In touch

  1. Ray G says:

    What a fantastic blog. This one is worth saving.

  2. mikey2ct says:

    Great post, Rose. I don’t ever remember you misspelling anything before. Is immanent a word?

    • Completely confused myself here, Mike. Remember, mine is a remodeling-weary brain!

      To answer your question, yes. Here’s the meaning: Immanent = indwelling; inherent.

      Thanks for pointing that out so I could fix it. I meant to say imminent.

      *sigh* I’m off to the hardware store.

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