Just before class, I step outside to gather bits of nature, a last-minute inspiration.  Red and orange zinnias, a few yellow birch leaves, wispy sprigs of cosmos.  I spritz the clippings, place them in a bag, and to the bag I add a jar of acorn tops, candles, a collection of smooth rose quartz stones.  It’s the Autumnal … Continue reading equinox


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