tiny moments (and everything in between)
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 have several aha moments. Which might not be aha to anyone other than me, but that’s what makes them the aha moments they are, yes? Recognizable, feel-able, only to me, a popping in my heart. I needed them, was ready, am grateful. It snows at the beginning of the week. To see snow covering the pink blossoms on … Continue reading popping
I almost cry so many times this week. Poems are finding me. Teachings are finding me. Conversations-at-just-the-right-moment are finding me. Kindness is finding me. I am not looking, but there they are, offering themselves. And so I almost cry so many times. And then I do cry. The air is crisp, the sun gloriously bright. There’s nothing else to say on that account. It … Continue reading melting
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
Sometimes I want to write and not-write at the same time. How can there be something inside, begging to be spelled out, but also too tired, too timid to show face? Ah, but when I think of it that way, it makes perfect sense. I sauté the onions, add tomatoes and water, salt, pepper. I simmer, blend, eat. Delicious. … Continue reading the same thing
They arrive one by one, two by two with food and bottles of wine in hand. We talk, we eat, we look at the stars and warm ourselves by the bonfire. I am a little exhausted the next day (we all are), but a fun evening, for sure. Two days later, my daughter and I plan a … Continue reading steady
I drive to spend the afternoon with my son. We hike. We get pizza for dinner. It’s a good day. I spend time with wonderful women every day this week. At the yoga studio. In October’s The Quiet Page session (these women work magic). In a Zoom conversation with a lovely and gentle friend. These women – all of them – fill my heart. … Continue reading softer all around
Food is uninspiring right now. Well, that’s not exactly true – it’s the meal-making that is uninspiring, the feeling that we eat the same thing all the time – which isn’t exactly true either (eating the same thing all the time) and wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. But I’m in a rut, maybe. Especially when it comes to … Continue reading maybe, inspired
It’s Thanksgiving week and I feel like I should write about gratitude in some pointed way. But I’m less interested in pointed ways than those soft and cushioning. And so. The candle that flickers on my desk. I know I ought not to have it sitting so close to the external hard drive … Continue reading Soft Cushionings {or Thanksgiving}
Michelle GD 