tiny moments (and everything in between)
When I look out the window, it looks wintry, the colors pale, the trees like skeletons. But I’ve seen daffodils along the highway, I’ve seen crocuses on the outskirts of town, the baby daffodils out front are peeking through. Around me, I see hints of the fullness to come. We have what I feel sure is our … Continue reading the bucket
The birdfeeder is empty, the suet gone. Yesterday morning, a feathered friend—a woodpecker or chickadee, I can’t remember which—perched itself on the suet feeder, looking (to my eyes) forlorn. I feel as if I’m letting the birds down. I know they’ll find food elsewhere; still, I feel like I need to hold up my end of the bargain: I … Continue reading weaving
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
So many gratitudes. Here are but a few… for the morning cup of tea or coffee, depending…for this beginning, this comfort, this ritual for my little family…for these three, who know me better than anyone in the world, who love me for extended family…for friends, for kindred…for yoga and writing students…for neighbors…for all these people whose … Continue reading Gratitude Week 2021
it starts with a cup of coffee and ends with a glass of wine. it’s filled with a hug or two, multiple kisses, (so) many words, countless thoughts ideas dreams. there is sunshine and heat and humidity. there is rest and exercise and food in between. there is trying and crying. there is testing and surviving. there is unplanned conversation, so … Continue reading it’s a day
The tea. Always the tea. I could take a thousand photos of tea (and maybe I have). Could drink a thousand cups of tea (and maybe I have). I will never tire. And so this morning, tea. A second cup. Doughnuts made, covered in powdered sugar, eaten. Online classes for the kids. Work of my … Continue reading Tea
My cosmos bloomed late this year. Like really late. Like last-week late. All summer long, the zinnias have been incredible in their reds – oranges – creams – yellows – bright pinks – light pinks – deep pinks. The cosmos though? Tall feathery stalks with not a single bloom. Not one. Until last week. … Continue reading All In Good Time
Sometimes Mondays look like autumn leaves scattered across the patio.
I’ll tell you why this isn’t a contest. Because I don’t care. Don’t contestants need to care, need to have a vested interest in order to actually compete? It’s not that I don’t care about anything, because I do (oh, I do) – but I don’t care about being better than you or being perfect (whatever … Continue reading Contests (or Living)
Sometimes Mondays look like iced chai on the porch with my favorite girl.
Michelle GD 