This past week I began to write outdismalkinds of thoughtsI’d been hit quite hard by vertigothe dizziest sort of feelinglike liquid clouds had filled my earsand I had stumbled upon rolling seaswondering if maybe I had forgotten my allergy pillbut…
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through the small window on the stairsthat I pass on my wayupwhere in warmer seasonsI look out to lilacs, safely tucked awaynests and overhead viewsof thegardens currently what I see isone small leaf one small leaf, still holding on in…
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It’s not that I’d forgottenhow much Ilovedthe out of doorsI suppose really, I’d forgottenhow muchI need it today for a time, isbeautifully bright in the gardenand though I don’t much like the coldthis morningit’s just me and the dogsso pulling…
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Ooof, to the muddlethat is Januaryin particular, late Januaryto a world gone mad, and thanks in partto our modern convenience of“connection”bewildering to find, that people you knowhave indeedgonewithit oblivious to the horrific-ness of what has beenwitnessedinstead choosingdelusionwhere I suppose, if…
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To look out on the gardenmid-to-late Januarywondering, as I do…is it the gorgeously strong seed headsthat tenderly hold the snowas it falls or is it the snowas it gatherstogetherin numbers that indeed add their strengthto the seed headsas they standindefianceof…
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Small pockets of bubbling Joyin the last few days,busy at work, in the morningas the sun is rising higher in the skysomething draws my eyes, and myattentionup to a wall of the greenhouse where perhapsI don’t oftengazeand this day I…
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todayfor a time, to sitin the wisdom of the treesjust to watch and tolistencan feel like an act of rebellion at first bare anddampthen the wind picks up and snowflakeslightly accumulateon the branchesyou wonder, don’t youhow they stand, as they…
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Yesterday, I sat for most of the daywhich is badfor a softening bodybut I was intenton finishinga book outside was wet and windyanywaynot really fitforwandering if you are female, and a writerand I will call myself a writer hereas thisis…
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It has become a kind of traditionin our homeon New Year’s Eve (as my husband was usually working)ketchup chips, cheezies, watch the movieValentine’s Dayand we,my daughter or daughters (depending on who’s home)and Iwe collagea beginning of the year, vision board…
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well then,I have just finished a fantastic reada beautiful gathering of correspondencebetween six sisters, spanning the twentieth century months longI have happily wandered alongin slowsnippetswith these wonderful witty, eccentric, womenmost enjoying every step contrary to what one might thinkknowing how…
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