tiny moments (and everything in between)
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
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
It is quite the week, again. Full in so many ways, none of them bad, but all together, a lot. I am close to overwhelm and, if it’s possible to be a tiny bit overwhelmed—though this seems a word, a condition that is either/or, very big or not at all—I am, a tiny bit. But (a tiny bit) … Continue reading excessively gentle
These words find me this week: The remedy is within. I copy them into my journal because they strike some chord. I’m not looking for a remedy, per se, but am totally on board with something important being within, All and Everything, my truth, my truest self, layers of love and living. Within, within, within. I am a package, a … Continue reading within
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 a week of fullness, a very good fullness but also one that runs parallel to, is in stark contrast with, is juxtaposed by empty holes. Empty holes in families, empty holes in schools, empty holes in communities, empty holes in countries, empty holes in so many hearts. It’s a curious thing to rest in one’s … Continue reading questions and prayers
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
Michelle GD 