It was cloudy last night, but I was awake, and feeling around for the edges of the moon, like a bite out of a cookie, the intersection of unfamiliar and familiar— but just like every single day, risen or set, crescent or dark, the moon was whole the whole time, and the only thing that… Read More
So, I am taking an intuitive painting e-course by Flora Bowley. The course is officially over, but I am working on week 4 of 5 content, since my time is not wide open. I have painted alone, in the morning, in the evening, with Della and Doug, with Della, with Della next to me, with… Read More
I just painted for the second day in a row. 2 songs worth *therapy* my stuff is all set out for a course I am taking, so it is easy to just do a little– let this be a lesson to me: MAKE IT EASY it does not all have to be all or… Read More
the way sumac seeds collect in yesterday’s footprints the way the pines stand, two by two and the way their branches tangle the way the snow falls on my face, and fogs the field into soft edges the way I forget to look up, as I watch my feet for snow hidden stumblings the way… Read More
there is a moment in conjuring where a blissful AH HA! comes — sometimes quietly, sometimes with a roar, but there is this moment, when ahhhhhhhhh an IDEA, an offering, a theme, a project, emerges from the primordial muck and wow it is so cool and then, facebook and my inbox bring me messages of… Read More
a cleanish desk new snow and a moment, a lull, in all of it– the internal, the external… a moment when I realize, hey, wasn’t I intending (planning/trying/hoping) to write more often? if only for a moment? life rushes by, like melt water. anxiety has been gathered up and held as gently as I can,… Read More
caught in a very in-the-moment riptide of anxiety these past four days– hijacked into a crazy that I detest beyond description… a place of total powerlessness and fear that powerlessness, that acute vulnerability… lessons in awareness and soft underbellies and gentle heartedness toward myself, hard won, people, hard won. I am not so good at… Read More
woke strangled and gasping from a dream of dying today feels both precious and jangled and I do too, I do too. Share This:
the warm yellow light of late day sun through the trees on the ridge new snow on least year’s sumac seed heads bittersweet vines in white pines the scrunch of boots in snow a purple card, here on my desk, reminding me to pause *** I am pausing *** the smell of cinnamon from pumpkin… Read More
it is this day regardless of 5 or 6 it is a day >0 and a day of rain and fog. it is a moment of rain and fog of drips from the roof of birds like graphite sketches high up and moving fast it is a moment of barely green pines and tangled vines… Read More
