tiny moments (and everything in between)
Is it because I’m getting older that the weeks go by quicker and quicker? When I was twenty-one, a week took seven long days. At fifty-one, a week passes in seven blinks of an eye. How is this so? There are days with sunshine and days with clouds. Mostly it’s humid, still, but the temperatures have dipped a bit … Continue reading micromovements
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
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
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
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
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
In my April Note last week, I shared a quote. I wrote that this quote was staying with me, playing over and over in my mind. This is still the case, the playing over and over, so I thought I’d share the quote here too. We are not feeling our feelings in order to get rid of them. We are … Continue reading As We Are
Words of now. Freshly showered. Pink shirt. Brown sweater, wool. Pup. Out, in. Music (Christmas, because). Tender. Content. Wondering. Windy. Clouds. Some blue. Hungry. Quiet. Candle, not lit. Yarn. Gift. Desk. Clutter. Treasures. Ring. Circle. Questions. Confusion. Possibility. Hope. Love. More love. Waiting. Connection. Hesitant. Confident. Digging deep. Books. Poetry. Words. These words. Heart. Stretch. … Continue reading It Begins with Freshly
Sometimes Mondays look like cosmos (plucked just for me) (by my favorite girl in the whole wide world).
I want to write and my hand is still.I want to photograph and my camera rests in place.I want to blend and I stand out.I want to eat mindfully and I am mindless.I want to feel rested and I am tired.I want to be patient and I am discouraged.I want to move forward and I … Continue reading I Want…
Michelle GD 