notes from a creative life …
Rain falls.The trees flame. Morning. * I step into the car and find it coated with wet leaves, the brown foliage glued to grill & windshield and hood. I start the engine, and a flock of small black birds shudders upward. Lifts through gray light. * On the road I am driving fast now. Water hisses in the […]
To Do: 1. Walk into the woods. Find a leaf. Maybe it’s long and slender: a birch leaf, or a willow… Tuck it behind my ear, the way some people wear a pencil. Wear it all day. 2. Put on a spring coat, even though it’s fall. Walk slow along the sidewalk, watching for […]
Remember these chairs?? Me too. I went scuffing around in the woods today, listening to the crackle of dry leaves … the last of the birdsong. And I don’t know why, but something led me to a clearing I haven’t set foot in for a long time. A year ago, I discovered two white chairs here, resting […]
Sometimes a break in the reedsis the permission you needto wade in … Oh, friend… do it now,while the water’s still warm. ❤
Two weeks ago, it rains. It rains all day, in a solid sheet: hard rain that hammers the earth, needles it in divots… Water fills ditches. Creeks rise. Rivers rise. This is the first day. * On the second day, it rains harder. Water fills basements, pouring through every crack and […]
Halfway down the trail on the Murray Run Greenway, smack in the middle of the woods, there’s a single park bench. As far as I know, it’s the only bench located in these woods, and I’ve done a lot of thinking and dreaming there since we first moved to the Star City three years ago. I’ve prayed […]
i smooth my soulinto somethingalmost like silence: the river at rest is the one that reflects the sky. ❤
Today, I’m wishing for you… this: … the sun breaking through … building for you a staircase,a ladder,liftinginto light. Climb up. ❤
Sometimes the way out … … is Up. ❤
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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