tiny moments (and everything in between)
We hike along the Potomac River, my son and I bringing his sister back to the hike we did some weeks ago, the view wild and wintry. The water seems extra green on this day and reminds me of the green of Lake Austin, except here there are rapids and cliffs, and instead of gazing at … Continue reading view
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
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
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
I am in the middle of making a list, a list of right now, a list which unfailingly centers me, slows my brain. Except in this fraction of a second, my brain is picking up speed, is attempting to pull me in another direction. Just quick, I think, the urge to do something just quick very real. I note the … Continue reading just quick
We have visitors. My sister, my brother-in-law, my nephew, which sounds very my-ish, though how else to say? They do not belong to me, are not mine-mine, though they are mine in heart speak, if there is such a thing, and I think that there is. It’s a quick visit, one dinner, one sleep, one breakfast. It’s good to see … Continue reading lingering
Michelle GD 