tiny moments (and everything in between)
I get a new half pan for my watercolor set, quinacridone magenta. The older I get, the more I like pink. When younger, I thought it conventional to like pink, stereotypical, liking a color society assumes I like because I am female. So I showed them (them in quotation marks), cultivated instead a love for yellow which remains … Continue reading glorious
The first of the cosmos have come up, self-seeding from last year, and the year before, and…. Along with the zinnias, this summer’s haphazard garden is shaping up. I walk to the shed to get the lawn mower, notice a tomato plant. Another dear plant has self-seeded and, for a moment, my heart skips a beat, reverence rooting … Continue reading reverence
I see my friend after several weeks’ time. She makes coffee, I bring olive oil cake swirled with blueberry jam, we sit on her porch. It’s a perfect summer morning, a perfect way to begin the week. The rest of the week is good too, though busy. My writing project is challenging my brain in new ways and … Continue reading a string of good
The words in my journal, of late, are of softness and breath, of dreams and process, artist and voice, life and wonder. Repeatedly they surface, on this page and that page, on the page that’s written two days later, as if something in my subconscious is coming up for air. I breathe, I dream, I iterate. I … Continue reading works of art
It is quite the week, again. Full in so many ways, none of them bad, but all together, a lot. I am close to overwhelm and, if it’s possible to be a tiny bit overwhelmed—though this seems a word, a condition that is either/or, very big or not at all—I am, a tiny bit. But (a tiny bit) … Continue reading excessively gentle
These words find me this week: The remedy is within. I copy them into my journal because they strike some chord. I’m not looking for a remedy, per se, but am totally on board with something important being within, All and Everything, my truth, my truest self, layers of love and living. Within, within, within. I am a package, a … Continue reading within
The week is not quite a blur, but close. It’s full with yoga classes and the start of a freelance writing project. I do not clean the bathrooms except to wipe the sinks. I manage to get the laundry done, including sheets and towels. I do a quick sweep of the downstairs floors but leave the dusty table tops … Continue reading exquisite
It’s a week of fullness, a very good fullness but also one that runs parallel to, is in stark contrast with, is juxtaposed by empty holes. Empty holes in families, empty holes in schools, empty holes in communities, empty holes in countries, empty holes in so many hearts. It’s a curious thing to rest in one’s … Continue reading questions and prayers
It’s Friday and I don’t know where Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday went. Having lived each of them I should, and I suppose I do, but there’s a definite sense of where and what and how does this happen? Friday, already? My daughter gives me three sprigs from her mint plant in a spice jar … Continue reading mint-ness
I pull a card, scorpion, I almost never pull the Fire element. I take it as a reminder to keep moving, to generate (some) heat, even though my instinct is to pull away, to get quieter and slower and softer and, by degrees, metaphorically cooler. It’s a reminder to be honest, with others and with self. What is … Continue reading (by turns)
Michelle GD 