There are a few things I regret. One being I did not take more time to smell the old lilac bushes on the grounds. I didn't have a lot of time to enjoy wandering the inn. A blur of color and the swish of lace and tulle. Running from the rain. Trying not to cry… Continue reading More thoughts on the wedding…
Category: Uprooted
How do you find yourself when you can’t find center?
How do you self-soothe a broken heart?
How do you maintain grounding when the ground is uncertain?
The Lord is with thee
Truth: Sometimes it feels that everyone is ahead of me. Engaged, married, taking vacations, getting great promotions, booking shows, buying houses, owning cars, and getting ready to have their eighth, ninth, tenth child. I’m over here: Here’s me and my dog snuggling in bed. She bit me twice Tuesday because I wouldn’t let her stick her… Continue reading The Lord is with thee
The Old World and Me
I felt God most here this weekend.In the acidic smell of wet earth and the sound of bubbling water. Rebirth is a messy process that often times is uglier, muckier, taking longer than I believe it should. It’s a lot of mud. It’s a lot of rotting leaves as cover for new plant shoots. It’s a lot of… Continue reading The Old World and Me
’tis the season.
First ice cream. John, Bella and I walked up to the snowball stand. Bella had her first frosty paw, licking gently out of the cup and biting the paper unsure of what exactly she was eating. John got raspberry with marshmallow. And I, of course, had vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. A classic, a necessity. A… Continue reading ’tis the season.
An Ode
My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading An Ode
Think of the happiest things/ It’s the same as having wings.
I balance where I was a year ago against today. Who I was a year ago against the person in the mirror this morning. What is the same? What is different? What did I see coming? What is so surprising it's hard to even know how I got here? What am I grateful for? What… Continue reading Think of the happiest things/ It’s the same as having wings.
And the day after tomorrow; Spring
I am writing this from the couch. On my body, a sweatshirt and sweatpants, socks with peppermints on them and a heated blanket thrown across my lap. It's chilly. This weekend was charming, bright sunshine and warm breezes across the days. I opened every curtain at John's to let the brightness sink into the rooms.… Continue reading And the day after tomorrow; Spring
Thoughts on my Great-Grandmother
Francis Olivia was her name. A middle name I also share. She loved red and hated mayo. She was 6 when the Titanic sank. Her father a Maryland ferryboat captain who would take people to and fro across the Chesapeake Bay before the bridge was built (he said it would never happen, it did). The… Continue reading Thoughts on my Great-Grandmother
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