tiny moments (and everything in between)
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
The pace has been quick, a pace I’ve maintained well enough though it’s quicker and fuller than I’d be able to sustain forever, and thank goodness nothing is forever, thank goodness life moves in waves, thank goodness it ebbs and flows, thank goodness the quick will slow and the fullness will wane, thank goodness thank … Continue reading climb inside
Sometimes… what’s there to say? A week like any other week, except we know that isn’t true, it isn’t true that this week was really like last week or the week before, or even the week before that, we know that each week is shiny and new, occasionally tarnished, and maybe somewhere in between. Sometimes there's still … Continue reading sometimes
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
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
The first cherry tomatoes are ready for plucking, eating, admiring and so I pluck, I eat, I admire. There is one tomato that remains in the admiring phase, rests on the kitchen windowsill. I look at it multiple times a day while standing at the sink to wash dishes or hands. I don’t know what it is about … Continue reading museum
I wake to steady rain and think—no feel, deep inside—ohyes and thank you and please rain all day. The light is dim, soft, quiet, my husband gone to work, the kids still sleeping. It feels a coffee kind of morning and I take the French press from the cupboard, boil water in the kettle, measure grounds, pour, … Continue reading skipper
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
Michelle GD 