I recently read Susan Branch's novel "Martha's Vineyard, Isle of Dreams" and in it she describes a delicious morning of reading in bed, in the perfect breezy weather, with her cat curled on her legs in her dreamy bedroom. Dealing with major heartache and upheaval; she was coming back to herself in small ways and… Continue reading Re-finding Twelve
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Old joy, still joy; an ode
Dear Shabby-Chic-bedspread-that-I-love, I must first say thank you. There, that is a good way to start this. Thank you. This is a love letter. And love letters should always start with gratitude. Thank you for being the perfect shade of green. A green not to minty and not too leafy but somewhere in the middle.… Continue reading Old joy, still joy; an ode
Here’s what they don’t tell you…
Here’s what they don’t tell you about life: it's mostly made of being uncomfortable. Sorry, I know, what an opening line. People always says “Beginnings can be tough!” and “Endings are so sad!” but you know what they aren’t saying? “Getting your feet under you is a really confusing and energy exhausting experience.” Whoops. Left… Continue reading Here’s what they don’t tell you…
Science and Magic
There is all sorts of ways to pray; for me my favorite has always been Vespers. I love to sit in a church smelling of incense and listen to music. To not have to respond with anything but my breath. It's low commitment, to just listen but being present seems to be the greatest gift… Continue reading Science and Magic
Earthy and holy both
I want a house on the beach made of cedar shakes and a squeaky porch door that slams shut as I run in and out barefooted and laughing. I want a big picnic table out back with strings of party lights up in the tree branches, blinking slowly like the stars beyond. I want friends… Continue reading Earthy and holy both
The train to and fro
Today, this morning, I saw a man on the train who clearly had snapped. He looked like a dad you would find at soccer practice, you know the kind I mean. The one who wear jeans with his polo tucked in and that brown braided belt everyone had in the 90s. He claps and hollers… Continue reading The train to and fro
Truly we live with mysteries…
Today, after a long day in a series of very long days, in a series of very, very long months; I sat on my couch and watched the snow float through the March sky. It hardly was there at all, just tiny icy flicks of light; I doubt it touched the ground honestly. But from… Continue reading Truly we live with mysteries…
The sea-saw
You are not immune to these moments. Despite whatever cold you weather, rest assured the light will turn and Spring will come ‘round again. You know this. You know that tiny, ever singing bird perched on each heartbeat crying out for the goodness of belonging. That thing with feathers. You know it’s tune despite the… Continue reading The sea-saw
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