tiny moments (and everything in between)
I am writing, writing, writing. Lists and questions and rambling scribbles. Which sounds rather friendly, don’t you think, rambling scribbles? I like the sound of that, the freedom implied—at least to my ears, my eyes, my heart. The freedom to carry on as long, or as short, as I like. To write with abandon, messy or neat, little or big, insightful … Continue reading ridiculously lovely
There is snow, then ice, which makes for heavy and tedious shoveling of a not-short driveway. The saving grace is the four of us, shoveling in unison. The air is crisp and cold but our bodies are warm and we are strong, especially together. I am keenly aware of opposites this week. The cold, the warm. The wakefulness, the … Continue reading just snow
I stall on a creative project. Not because I don’t like the project but because the ideas in my head are tangled and I’m too impatient at the moment to bother untangling. I will need to sit soon and get to the untangling work, watch for the string as it loops through here, winds around there, will … Continue reading ready
I never take off by myself, but I tell my family that I need to be alone. I crank the music and drive back roads, stopping to take a picture of cows who look my way, then return to their business of standing in a wet field munching wet grass. From the cows, I head to a … Continue reading yes
I didn’t grow up watching It’s a Wonderful Life but thanks to one of my brothers-in-law, my husband and I have a now-long standing tradition of watching It’s a Wonderful Life each year. The kids watched with us a handful of years but it’s not their cup of tea. My husband and I continue our tradition regardless. As has always been the … Continue reading unlocking
Just now, the light of this Friday is rising. The trees, bare of leaves, are dark in silhouette, with swaths of warm and delicious tones, dove grey and French vanilla, behind them. It’s peaceful…though the air is too warm, 57 degrees Fahrenheit at seven o’clock in the morning. I keep thinking that the cold has settled in, and … Continue reading just now
A friend tells me about a lovely offering during the month of December. I sign up, I am eager. On day four, I fall behind. I try to practice what I preach when working with my own students: there is no ‘behind’; take things in the way that works for you; it’s okay to work in another way … Continue reading shingles-free
I feel the thoughts spreading like wildfire. I think I feel them, or maybe I hear them, does it matter? I only know that if I don’t extinguish the flames soon they will burn everything down. I take another sip, noting the warmth of the mug in my hands, delighting in the sweetness upon my tongue. First, this. The … Continue reading but first, this
After writing about fluctuations in daily temperatures last week, the cold seems to be settling. I am chilled each morning despite the socks and slippers, the wool sweaters. But I can’t—I won’t—though I could—complain. I say that I love the cold weather, and I do. But my body shivers the same as yours. I look to … Continue reading spaces
On the morning that I sit in our room we’ve deemed The Cozy Room, I curl into the soft grey chair by the windows. On the piano, there’s a bottle filled with twinkle lights. The light is soft, the air is quiet, the coffee sweet on my tongue. I want to stay here (almost) forever. On the morning … Continue reading open (forever)
Michelle GD 