Pressing Pause

656yellowHello to you.

I wish to let you know that I’m stepping away from this space for a bit.

A wee break.
A pause.

I have creative projects on which I’d like to work and need to free up some space for myself to do that work.  And my family…you know there’s my family.  And gazing at the birch trees out back.  They feed each other…and me.  Energy in, energy out.  I’m needing to shift.

I’ll continue writing my monthly newsletter which – if you don’t already subscribe – is simply a heartfelt letter from me to you on the first of each month.  If you’re not already on my list, you can sign up by clicking here.

You will still find me exploring what it means to be a mama at Makings of Motherhood and what it means to be a photographer at ViewFinders; you’ll also still find me playing with inspirational quotes and mobile photography at Tandem Echoes (wanna play along?!).  All of these spaces include the work of my wonderful co-contributors; the sharings are rich and layered.  Hop on over to any or all of these spaces, as inspired.

For now, I plan to continue with Instagram, though a pause there may be in order as well.  You can find me on Instagram @michelle_gd and I invite you to join me in using the hashtag #tinytinymoments anytime you feel especially present and want to connect creatively with kindreds.

Right now, I’m still planning on Gratitude Week in early November as well as another round of Just Five Things before the fall rounds into winter.  The best way to keep abreast of these offerings will be my newsletter.

I hope you enjoy your summer (or winter, depending on which corner of the world you live in).  Be kind and gentle…to yourself, as much as to others.  Show up and do the doing.  Shine your light.

And remember to pause now and then.
In the stillness you’ll find movement.
I’ll be dancing alongside you…

Sending a little lotta love your way, m



Current State of Affairs

current-1Dusting and vacuuming and scrubbing (which I hate to do) (but love once done) is the current state of affairs.  This coming weekend our home will be filled with family and I’m quite glad for that.  I won’t stress about the cleaning as I know my family doesn’t expect perfect (thank goodness). Still, the dust bunnies that re-appear one hour and five minutes after I’ve cleared them annoy the hell out of me.  But I’m looking forward to the eggplant and the salads and the grilled shrimp. The wine, the pretty napkins.  The conversation.  It’s not often that we’re together like this.

And so I’ll clean what I can and when my first sister arrives she’ll help me with the food shopping and we’ll hang balloons and streamers.  And my daughter and her first-arrived cousin will no doubt craft something beautiful.  And then everyone else will arrive and we’ll feast and we’ll chill and we’ll be the way we know how to be.

And that is, I think, a pretty good state of affairs.

Sending a little love your way, m



In Need of Porch Step Sitting


Our schoolwork has wrapped up for the year (save a few additional weeks of math work for my son).  And while the winding down feels good, there’s a simultaneous gearing up.  Which is freaking me out.  Mildly.

Navigating our son’s high school years as a homeschooler means we’ll be enlisting the help of the community college as he begins his sophomore year in the fall.  Which means an application process and transcript preparation and placement testing.  It means overwhelm and holy-shit-on-repeat in my mind.

But, as I’ve written many times in this space, it’s a matter of doing things one at a time.  Yes? Yes.  And so I’ve been trying that.  One thing at a time. Transcript, check. Student account setup, check.  Steam clean the dining room carpet, check.  Pour another glass of iced tea, check.

If you have experience with homeschooling in the United States, you know that it’s growing.  You might also know that colleges and universities welcome homeschoolers.  So I know this.  But still, it freaks me out.  To hold my son and the shaping of his education in my hands is a daunting task. And it’s not like this is a new responsibility; we’ve been homeschooling him since kindergarten.

And those of you who have your children in a traditional school setting…you are shaping your child’s education as well.  Am I the only one freaking out? No, I’m sure not.

But when did college get so close?  How did community college classes land on our doorstep so soon?

He’s taller than I; a check-up at the doctor yesterday told us he’s one-quarter of an inch shy of six feet.  His feet are the same size as my husband’s. When I hug him, he’s solid.  Solid.  He’s funny and quick and smart. Athletic. Sometimes (yes, just the other day) he shows his tender side.

So I take things as they come. Which, really, is how I’ve always done it. You too?  Yes, I thought so.  Phone calls, appointments, tests.  Steam clean the carpets which needed cleaning ages ago but whose cleaning suddenly seems super urgent (um, procrastinate much?  why, yes, I do).  Glasses of iced tea. Glasses of something stiffer too.  And maybe a good sit on the porch steps. Yes, a good sit on the porch steps will do.

Care to join me??

Sending a little love your way, m



Avocado-Egg-Toast Thingie and a Metaphor


I love avocado.  In all its forms.  And I’ve eaten it with eggs countless times but never the way my sister made it for me when she visited recently.  It seemed silly that I’d never thought to make it the way she did; it seemed silly that I’d gotten set in my tendency to dice the avocado and toss it with scrambled eggs, maybe some salsa. The way she made it…of course.  Silly me.

So.  Toast a slice of bread (I like sourdough).  Mash up avocado and slather it on your toast.  Add salt and pepper to taste (freshly ground is nice).  Cook an egg (I like mine sunny side up) (the runny yolk is so good).  Slide egg gently onto avocado-slathered toast.  The last step is optional, depending on your liking; but I very much like it:  hot sauce (this is my current favorite) (again, thanks to my sister) (how had I not tried this yet?  stuck again…this time in my Sriracha ways) (silly me).

It’s easy, delicious, satisfying.

This new-to-me way of eating avocado and eggs carries a metaphor for me.  And metaphors carry lessons.  The simple lesson (and you know that simple doesn’t mean easy) is that there are many ways of doing (in this case, eating) the same thing.  And, even when one way of doing something is especially good, there are often other ways to do the doing.  Sometimes a shake-up, a restructuring, a shifting and re-layering is just the thing.

I plan to make this avocado-egg-toast thingie for myself this morning.  And the metaphor I described above will be floating through my head…all day…and likely for days.weeks.months ahead.  I’m thinking about my place in the world and what it is I want to offer the world (and how)…the world at large, the world closer in (like within the walls of my home).  A little shake-up, perhaps some restructuring, definitely some shifting and re-layering.  I’ve got some work to do.

If you’ve got an avocado and an egg and some bread (and hopefully hot sauce), make this for yourself.  Soon.  Or else get yourself to the market, quick! Don’t like avocado? It’s okay, we can still be friends.  But give the metaphor a taste.

And season as desired.

Sending a little love your way, m