:: Ten Things ::

Ten things.  Right now. 1.  the last hydrangea, clipped and brought indoors 2.  the birch leaves lying on the grass, the patio...autumn is coming, and I'm glad 3.  the pup, lying at my feet 4.  watching a leaf falling from the tree, floating...such a gentle release 5.  a sparrow at the feeder...the birds are happy [...]

:: Ten Things ::

Ten Things.  Right Now. 1.  the wind…it’s cold, but it feels so good…it lifts (branch, hair, spirit) 2.  the pup at my feet…her loyalty, her furriness, her unconditional love 3.  the sky…vast, open…covering, holding, reflecting 4.  the last of the leaves…falling…unpretentious, somehow regal 5.  my fleece jacket, my handknit hat, my son’s old gloves…so many [...]

You Can’t Plan ‘Now’…But You Can Do It

Often, during the week, I think of things I want to write about in this space.  Then, when the time comes to sit and write, I’m blank.  And I know…keep a notebook handy, jot the ideas down. Sometimes I do, but mostly not. This space (and much of my work) has become a reflection of right now, [...]

:: Ten Things ::

Ten things.  Right now. 1.  English Breakfast tea.  With maple syrup.  And a splash of cream. 2.  Takenobu on Pandora. 3.  Birds chirping.  Two cardinals hopping in the grass. 4.  A mist hanging over the backyard.  The sky, white. 5.  The birches dressed in green.  It happened seemingly overnight. 6.  Stretchy yoga pants.  Because Pilates will [...]

:: Ten Things ::

Ten things.  Right now. See that sky?  That's my sky, right now.  (well, a few minutes ago) (it was so beautiful) (and I wanted to share it with you) English Breakfast tea.  With coconut palm sugar. Christmas music.  Of course My worn, grey, wool sweater.  I wear it, um, almost all the time once winter arrives. [...]

On a Cool September Morning

...and I'm back. Back on a cool September morning, the sun rising and filling the corners of our home, the windows cracked and spreading coolness upon my toes.  Back with a cup of English Breakfast tea, sweetened with a touch of maple syrup (okay, a full tablespoon), a bit of milk.  Agnes Obel on Pandora.  A [...]

It Begins with Mellow

Words of now.  In all honesty. (I wanted to edit, but didn't.) Mellow.  Hot tea.  Fuzzy sweater.  Purple.  White chocolate (of which I'm not really a fan, but there's no dark chocolate in the house, so there you go). Waiting. Procrastinating.  Overwhelmed (a wee bit).  (yet still) Managing. Quiet.  Content. Questions.  Truth.  Raw.  Wavering.  Excess [...]

Right

I had a post typed up and I deleted it.  It didn't feel right.  What is right anyway?  I suppose it's whatever is.  At this very moment. And so...I write to you about the grey sky.  And the bare branches leaning against that sky.  How a few leaves still cling to the branches...though not in desperation. [...]