righting

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

maybe

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

softer all around

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