Uprooted

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.

Uprooted

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

Vespers in gloaming light

Questions to myself for Spring:

The light is changing, why can’t you?Why can’t you let warmth touch the places that have been cool and dark through the winter?Why can’t you trace your own dust lines on the furniture without feeling guilty? How can that guilt live in the sunlight? Doesn’t it just shrivel when you bring it out and fully see… Continue reading Questions to myself for Spring: