notes from a creative life …
In celebration of alpha // whiskey // foxtrot’s one-year anniversary, I’ll be posting some old favorites — both yours and mine — every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The fun lasts from now until New Year’s Day. Whether you’re a longtime follower or discovering these posts for the first time … enjoy! /// Originally published on October […]
It’s funny, but it occurred to me for the very first time today that in just a few weeks, alpha // whiskey // foxtrot will celebrate its one-year anniversary — and nobody’s more shocked about this than me. I can still remember the first time I hit that little blue “Publish” button. Back then, I […]
i smooth my soulinto somethingalmost like silence: the river at rest is the one that reflects the sky. ❤
Yesterday, I walk into the woods and into autumn’s first blush: red dogwoods and the crackle of dry leaves underfoot. And I find myself breathing a deep sigh that feels — strangely — like relief. Autumn is usually a hard season for me, in spite of the goodness of hot cider and apple-picking, boots and flannel […]
When I wake, the world is filmed with silver rain: the air gray as an antique tintype. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to burrow deeper under the covers, but I don’t. Some instinct drives me out into the cool air and fog, the crunch of first leaves under my feet. I’ve […]
Today, I’m wishing for you… this: … the sun breaking through … building for you a staircase,a ladder,liftinginto light. Climb up. ❤
I scramble down the trail to the ravine, feet sliding on loose rocks, camera balanced on one hip. When I catch my breath, I look up to see what I’ve come for: the river, twisting green in the sun. This is the place I come to when I need to think about the Past — need the sensation […]
Sometimes the way out … … is Up. ❤
to make you stay…? Please —I’ll just bed down herein your gold light,your green shade,and press my face against the wild thingsyou’ve grown–grass-blade,fern-frond,moss-wetstone. Let me fallface-firstinto your blue pool,wrap myselfin the net of sunthat shivers and swaysat river bottom. Let me stealthe kayakand slide outto deep water–water flat as glass, so thatthe sunsetcatches firein the river — and I am […]
There’s no special place you need to go to find the light — You can climb a mountain, if you want. But you’re just as likely to find it on road full of potholes, at the end of the day, when your brain is cluttered and tired but the dog must be walked and the […]
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