A dull colourless sort of day, early December, large wet flakes of snow drifting idly to the ground, then mostly surrendering themselves on contact.No sun. This morning I read Devotion by Patti Smith, an intimate and intriguing look into writing…
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The thing isI am not a very good housekeeperor actually I don’t believe this to be quite true,what I am not is a very neat and tidy housekeeperI just seem to find much more pleasurable ways to spend my timethan…
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When it becomes a practice,(when it becomes mypractice)to see beautiful thingsto regularly look at things in lightand shadeto see everyday ordinary thingssimple thingsasbeautifulit quickly takes the place of nasty thingsof ugly thingsof spiteful thingsdirty politics and popular opinionsbecome big businessname…
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Today is a day to dopleasant things… and so it begins with not havingto go in to work, sleep a little laterand coffee togetherthen starting a new bookwhich from the opening lines, I know alreadyI will lovea message from a…
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You know August can sometimes feellike the cruelest month,even though it’s not got the harshnessof winterthe sometimes colourless, bleak and bitter coldthat will comeit just has a transitional feelof things about to changeof letting goof losingthat for some reason finds…
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As to why I so often use #dontmissthis and #noticelife,yesterday in one small spot of various milkweed in my gardens, five monarch caterpillars,for me, instant amazing delightwhile this morning, not one is to be seenI’m sure they are still here,…
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The ridiculousness of romantic love is that one should hope to always be in itof it, or magically and continuouslyshoweredwith itthe idea that someone else should be so in tuned as to always knowexactlywhat it is we needwe as humans…
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This morning first thing, I quite peacefully wander through wordsof someone I appreciate so very much, whose thoughts and feelingsmirror my own, in so many waysthis morning, I look to the light shining through tulipsand send a message of loveto…
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This morning I am reading Moments of Seeing: Reflections from an Ordinary Life by Katrina Kenison, a book that I pre-ordered as soon as I knew of it, probably a Mother’s Day or Birthday gift to myself. When it arrived, …
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My house you know,is rarely completelyquietand almost always toofullof stuff the goldfinch outside my windoware exactly the same colouras the buddingforsythia at times, I am perfect peaceand contentmentwhile also, uneasy & uncomfortable sometimes I am searching, seekingslightly unsuresometimes knowing, somewhat…
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