:: Noticing the Moments ::

Taking some time to reflect upon my week…

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:: freshly baked bread…I’m sure I’ve written about this before, but really and truly, it brings me back to center…each and every time

:: time spent with friends

:: hot water with lemon most mornings…lemon and words are a combination that’s working for me lately630lemon

:: also working for me:  just-out-of-bed breathing meditation + a few sun salutes

:: bedtime reading with the kids

:: the tulips are here!!!

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:: walks with the pup

:: music…listening lots to Indie Folk Revival on Pandora {thanks Laura}

:: agreeing to milkshakes yesterday afternoon…delighting the kids who were sure I’d say no

:: breakfast for dinner

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I’m hoping you’ve enjoyed some good moments in your week too.  And for the difficult moments {because we all have them}, I sit here in witness of them and of you.

Sending  a little love your way, m

 

 

Ten Things

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Ten things, right now…

1.   My son reading
2.   My daughter working on her braid star
3.   Blossoms out the side window
4.   A glass of water…clean, fresh, pure
5.   The pup chewing on her bone as she snuggles next to my daughter
6.   Slippers on my feet
7.   Washes of red and green on the trees out back
8.   Intermittent conversation between the kids…random German phrases are exchanged
9.   A sky that looks heavy
10. Bon Iver on Pandora

Hoping your right now is just what it needs to be.

Sending a little love your way, m

 

 

In the Pause

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There is a pause
in the rain, in the dark
and the birds sing
beginning again.

The light grows slowly
shifting into today
the birds begin in celebration
in the rain’s pause, in this day’s

Pause.
Right now, before breakfast is made
and the laundry begun
before the list is made or checked
it is quiet save the birds.

I think of the daffodils,
mini, which surprised me yesterday
not there the day before, but then of a sudden,
and how I stood there, delighted, in a pause
spring beginning again.

 

I sit listening and remembering and
the rain resumes.  I wonder
how many notes more the birds will sing
on this morning, in this pause
wishing for a few more, please.

Their song slows and I imagine them
plumping their feathers in the chill of the rain
I hear their pause.
There is

one caw of a crow, one last line of melody from the rest
and now it is only rain I hear
steady, steady on, it says
steady as you go.

I raise my cup to my lips
take the last sip of tea
pause in the grey light of today
before the breakfast and laundry and list before
beginning again.  Delighted.

 

Sending a little love your way, m

 

 

I Could But I Can’t…So I Will

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When I was in high school, I remember asking my piano teacher how she knew she wanted to be a pianist.  She told me that she felt like she couldn’t live without playing the piano.  I thought about what she said, but didn’t fully appreciate her words. Because I didn’t feel it.

All these years later {so many years later}, I feel it.  And I know exactly what she means.  I feel that way about writing. And photography.  There are days when pen does not meet paper; there are days when finger does not release shutter.  But the urge {the tug, the tie} is always there.  I feel like I can’t live without them.  Of course I could.  But I can’t.  You know?

 It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. 
~ e.e. cummings ~

I want to write better, I want to make better photographs.  There is play as well as seriousness in this endeavor.  To write better, I must write.  To make better photographs, I must release the shutter.  I must show up and do this work that only I can do.  No one can make me better but me.  It’s scary sometimes.  Some days I resist…I get scared, I doubt, I crumble.  But I don’t think I can live without pen or camera.  Of course I could.  But I can’t.  You know?

And so I do it.  I do the work.  The play.  Those words, in this context, are one and the same to me.  The words {even if trite} must be written; the images {even if blurry} must be composed. I know this.  I feel this…all these years later.  Thank you, Martha, for those simple and wise, wise words you gifted me years ago.  I know just what you mean.

Of course I could live without writing or without ever shooting another image {these are first world needs…I know}.  But I really can’t.  I just can’t.  You know.

What can’t you live without doing?

 

Sending a little love your way, m

 

P.S. My friend Tara shared a wonderful piece earlier this week about what it looks like to live a creatively fulfilled life.  She shares her thoughts on this as well as the thoughts of a few others.  {I’m honored to be one of those others.}  Click here to read the article.

P.P.S.  For those of you celebrating Easter this weekend…Happy Easter.  And for those of you celebrating Passover…Happy Passover.  xo

 

 

 

 

Plenty of Gifts

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The morning is dark as I slide out of bed.  I sit upon my wool yoga blankets and close my eyes. I breathe deeply.  Ten minutes, maybe fifteen.  After a few stretches for my spine, I rise and walk downstairs.  My husband has left for work but the kids are still sleeping. The house is quiet.  So quiet.

I make myself a cup of tea and sit at my desk, open my journal, take hold of a pen.  And I write.  Not a lot, but enough.  And I feel part-calm as I start my day with pen and paper, part-frantic as I try to get it down before the kids wake up. Because it’s 6:40 in the morning and I can’t believe my son is still sleeping.  This time in the quiet and dark of the house is a gift.

The following morning is dark as I slide out of bed.  Again I make my way to the blankets and breathe.  Deeply.  But then…my daughter tiptoes into the room and climbs into my lap.  Her long, nearly-10 year old legs don’t fit neatly into my crossed legs anymore. But her head still rests comfortably against my heart.  Half of her {enough of her} still curls within my arms. There is no writing on this morning in the quiet and dark of the house.  There is no tea/desk/pen and paper.  But there is this moment with my daughter.  In the quiet and the dark.  A gift.

 

Sending a little love your way, m

 

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