I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately. Harried. Fractured. Busy. (Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.) But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now. I disappeared into a hole in the […]
Category: Scribblings
Poetry, Prose & Everyday Musings
on flowers and fearlessness …
I don’t know about you, but I’ve always loved flowers best just before their petals fall … It’s as if, in the final days of their existence, they decide — at last — to open fearlessly wide, in the most elegant disarray. They hide nothing. Hold nothing back … And then they’re gone. Today, […]
The Star … & the Stardust on the Sidewalk
This is how it happens: we drive up Mill Mountain, the Xterra snaking a black ribbon of road through the green. At top, there’s the Star. We have two special friends from DC with us, visiting for the weekend, and we know that no trip to our little city is complete without at least […]
stormwake …
after the storm — the wind thrashing and writhing in the trees, a seizure of electric power — after all this, the raindrops shiver on the window screens… the sky beds down for the night. ❤
Two Roads …
I’ll tell you a secret: for a little while I’ve been standing at a crossroads. Stuck fast. Big, hard-edged life choices have always been difficult for me, with my watery, soft-smudged way of seeing the world, and this season is no exception. The roads are diverging for me, and whichever way I choose has the […]
An {Annual} Summer Obsession: Cold-Brewed Coffee at Home
A year ago, I shared this little post with you, and as the temperatures rise again, it only seemed right to share it once more. Do yourself a favor: make this coffee. That’s all. ❤ /// I don’t usually write many posts that could be classified under the “lifestyle” or “food and drink” headings, but […]
just a little Friday-morning musing …
If you want to see the beauty… Look up: ❤
The beginning of something good …
I don’t know about you, but summer brings me to life: the honey-colored light and the slow silken heat. The sight of children let loose for the holidays, running barefoot in fresh-cut grass. On the greenest of summer’s days, I feel like running barefoot, too. I’ve spent the past several days celebrating the beginning […]
in the land of the living …
You might not know this about me, but I’ve got a lot of old scriptures rattling around in my head. I was raised in a world where –for better or worse — the Bible was Law. At the conservative private school I attended as a girl, I copied out long passages of scripture from memory, […]
gratitude…
Tonight. It’s late. The rain falls on the house for hours without stopping — a slow, steady rain. The kind that brings the world to life. Meanwhile I’m here inside, listening to the drumming on the roof. The dinner guests have gone. The dishes have been cleaned, the wine glasses placed back on the […]
