tiny moments (and everything in between)
There is snow, then ice, which makes for heavy and tedious shoveling of a not-short driveway. The saving grace is the four of us, shoveling in unison. The air is crisp and cold but our bodies are warm and we are strong, especially together. I am keenly aware of opposites this week. The cold, the warm. The wakefulness, the … Continue reading just snow
A friend tells me about a lovely offering during the month of December. I sign up, I am eager. On day four, I fall behind. I try to practice what I preach when working with my own students: there is no ‘behind’; take things in the way that works for you; it’s okay to work in another way … Continue reading shingles-free
I feel the thoughts spreading like wildfire. I think I feel them, or maybe I hear them, does it matter? I only know that if I don’t extinguish the flames soon they will burn everything down. I take another sip, noting the warmth of the mug in my hands, delighting in the sweetness upon my tongue. First, this. The … Continue reading but first, this
After writing about fluctuations in daily temperatures last week, the cold seems to be settling. I am chilled each morning despite the socks and slippers, the wool sweaters. But I can’t—I won’t—though I could—complain. I say that I love the cold weather, and I do. But my body shivers the same as yours. I look to … Continue reading spaces
Sometimes I want to write and not-write at the same time. How can there be something inside, begging to be spelled out, but also too tired, too timid to show face? Ah, but when I think of it that way, it makes perfect sense. I sauté the onions, add tomatoes and water, salt, pepper. I simmer, blend, eat. Delicious. … Continue reading the same thing
Michelle GD 