tiny moments (and everything in between)
More and more blooms appear on the trees, at the base of trees, along sidewalks and paths, in my dreams. The blossoms that cover the trees are edged with brown, the cold and wind having their way, though not in an unkind way, just in a well, this is what sometimes happens sort of way. If I … Continue reading enough
Lately, there have been days calling only for a sweater and days calling for coat and hat and gloves. Back and forth we go, back and forth. I’d like to say I’m Zen about it, that I’m unfazed by the pinging and indecision of Mother Nature, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. I’d happily take … Continue reading above all
Loose versus tight; hold instead of grip. The implications of these directives ripple through me, ignite a little fire. She asks: How much more could I hold if I loosened my grip? I’m floored by the question, cracked open. And I don’t know the answer but my sense is a lot. Someone else tells me that writing takes a lot of … Continue reading cracks
We hike along the Potomac River, my son and I bringing his sister back to the hike we did some weeks ago, the view wild and wintry. The water seems extra green on this day and reminds me of the green of Lake Austin, except here there are rapids and cliffs, and instead of gazing at … Continue reading view
A few mornings this week, I wake up feeling endy, which isn’t bad or good, just is, and I scribble the word into my notebook with repetition. Endy makes me think of the expression “at loose ends” and I look up the expression even though I know its meaning, almost as if I don’t trust my own … Continue reading scrabble
We come home from a trip and one of the first things I do is check on Daphne, my cyclamen. We’ve been gone just long enough that I should have asked my neighbor to water her while she was visiting the pup but I didn’t and poor Daphne is now drooping. Bags down, pup snuggled, I water … Continue reading unnecessary
Two friends send me links to recordings, sound baths. I listen when the kids have gone to the hardware store for the bench they’re building, I listen when they’re off on their own. I sink into the sound, I sink into the moment, I release all doing, I breathe. What if it’s as simple as breathing? Breathing in love, … Continue reading a hundred fold
These darker days are days that feel light to me, a quality versus some quantity. There are car rides to see Christmas lights and walks after dinner, a blanket of sky dotted with stars and a moon fading to new. Poetry and seasonal essays, tea and twinkle lights. Darkness that is light, a quality richer than any quantity. … Continue reading infusions
Though I keep strands of twinkle lights around the house throughout the year, they’re abundant now in this spirited December season. On the piano and mantel, along the banister, outlining bedroom doors, around the kitchen window, along the porch railing, on the Christmas tree. One morning, with trees coated in ice and cold rain falling, I write … Continue reading multiplication
She tells me she has a Norman Rockwell picture in her mind. A picture of family gathered round, everything and everyone cozy, food abundant and delicious, a picture that is perfect. The picture is not her own (it’s Norman Rockwell’s) (it’s one you might see on social media). I tell her our Thanksgiving wasn’t Norman Rockwell either. It was … Continue reading all in
Michelle GD 