tiny moments (and everything in between)
My daughter’s soccer season begins. For the first game, there are clouds, a few drizzles, a rainbow. As I sit on the hard, metal bleachers, raindrops casting irregular shapes on my jeans, I am reminded of how long these games sometimes seem, am reminded of how short childhood really is. Come autumn, I won’t be … Continue reading change
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
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
I find a scrap piece of paper in my desk drawer with this quote scribbled on it: All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world. (E.B. White) I read it and my heart explodes… no, not explodes… rather, expands, opens very very wide, fluffs its feathers … Continue reading simple
Sometimes… what’s there to say? A week like any other week, except we know that isn’t true, it isn’t true that this week was really like last week or the week before, or even the week before that, we know that each week is shiny and new, occasionally tarnished, and maybe somewhere in between. Sometimes there's still … Continue reading sometimes
Michelle GD 