tiny moments (and everything in between)
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
Pods are hanging from the birch branches, multiplying overnight. What has been bare for months will soon be full, leaves and green-ness and rustlings-in-the breeze. The tulips have finally opened, I exhale. I’ve been holding my breath, fearing they might not bloom this year, perhaps confused by the extreme back-and-forth we’ve experienced these past two months. I’m still feeling … Continue reading righting
There is ice on the deck, the magnolia blooms are turning brown, spring then back to winter, the weather app telling me it will be spring again this afternoon. We’ll see. Back and forth, a game, a folly. I wonder how my neighbors’ magnolia feels, wonder if it hurts or aches, doubt its enthusiasm for this game. I wonder, … Continue reading maybe
I come across a quote that I love. I write it down, again. How many times will I write these words, how long until they’re etched into my being forever? I will write them for as long as it takes. If you attend to yourselfand seek to come into your presence,you will find exactlythe right rhythm for your … Continue reading poetry, blossoms, presence
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
I didn’t grow up watching It’s a Wonderful Life but thanks to one of my brothers-in-law, my husband and I have a now-long standing tradition of watching It’s a Wonderful Life each year. The kids watched with us a handful of years but it’s not their cup of tea. My husband and I continue our tradition regardless. As has always been the … Continue reading unlocking
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
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
We meet his friends; they seem funny and kind. They stay for dinner. Two days later, her friend, who is spirited and also kind, stays for dinner. I’m glad for these friends of my kids, glad for these shared meals, glad for the laughter and kindness. I watch faces, note gestures, listen to stories. Teenagers, young adults. How did we arrive … Continue reading windows
Michelle GD 