tiny moments (and everything in between)
I get a new half pan for my watercolor set, quinacridone magenta. The older I get, the more I like pink. When younger, I thought it conventional to like pink, stereotypical, liking a color society assumes I like because I am female. So I showed them (them in quotation marks), cultivated instead a love for yellow which remains … Continue reading glorious
The first of the cosmos have come up, self-seeding from last year, and the year before, and…. Along with the zinnias, this summer’s haphazard garden is shaping up. I walk to the shed to get the lawn mower, notice a tomato plant. Another dear plant has self-seeded and, for a moment, my heart skips a beat, reverence rooting … Continue reading reverence
I see my friend after several weeks’ time. She makes coffee, I bring olive oil cake swirled with blueberry jam, we sit on her porch. It’s a perfect summer morning, a perfect way to begin the week. The rest of the week is good too, though busy. My writing project is challenging my brain in new ways and … Continue reading a string of good
The words in my journal, of late, are of softness and breath, of dreams and process, artist and voice, life and wonder. Repeatedly they surface, on this page and that page, on the page that’s written two days later, as if something in my subconscious is coming up for air. I breathe, I dream, I iterate. I … Continue reading works of art
The week is not quite a blur, but close. It’s full with yoga classes and the start of a freelance writing project. I do not clean the bathrooms except to wipe the sinks. I manage to get the laundry done, including sheets and towels. I do a quick sweep of the downstairs floors but leave the dusty table tops … Continue reading exquisite
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
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
It’s rainy, it’s sunny, it’s warm, it’s cold. I stay inside, go outside, curl up, stretch out. I watch the news, teach yoga, talk to family and friends; I bake chocolate chip cookies and bread. There is dismay, disbelief, connection, creativity, a turning inward while being called to look out. This week holds a bit of everything, it holds … Continue reading wanting more
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
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
Michelle GD 