notes from a creative life …
I find the first yellow leaf the way a woman finds the first gray hair, and feel it like a betrayal: I have so much less time than I thought. And still, the light fills up the rooms, yellow and warm. The green leaves tap the upstairs windows at night. Fireflies spark in the meadows. […]
A week ago. It’s three a.m. and I’m lying in bed, feeling the slow wash of the oscillating fan stirring the sheets. I settle closer against my husband, stare at the ceiling and wonder — a familiar question — if I’m the only one awake. I’ve spent my life as an insomniac, and I can […]
Fallen. Bedraggled. Beautiful. You too. ❤
As I write these words, it’s night, and I’m upstairs in a little room tucked under the eaves, listening to the rain drum the roof just above my head. I love the way a summer rain sounds silver, even in the dark. Oh, Summer: sing me to sleep. ❤
Maybe you hadn’t noticed, but I have a serious thing for June, July and August. Every year, we meet up like that certain teenaged couple whose families own neighboring beach houses on the Outer Banks, and we fall in love all over again… As if no time has passed. As if we are eternal. And somehow […]
…For no other reason than because it’s Summer, and I’m alive and the world is green and every lake is full of sunset and the fireflies kiss the windowpanes at night, bestowing their gold like anointing oil. And oh — my God — that’s enough. ❤
This weekend, I drove all the way across Virginia, west to east. I drove alone, on Route 460, a narrow ribbon of country road that sometimes seems to roll on forever — out of the mountains and into the hills, past sleepy farms where cows graze, their coats gleaming like black satin. Since I was […]
I keep coming back to monochrome: I come back to it like Home, over and over again, in spite of my wandering heart: And I know what people say: That color is Real. That black and white is Romantic. I can’t explain it, but I’ve always believed the opposite to be true… (Do you see […]
I am learning, slowly, to let go… To know when to let a thing be… I spent the weekend at my husband’s family home on Potomac Creek. As always, I whiled the hours scuffing up and down the peninsula with my camera, taking in the way the light slicked the water in more colors than I can name: […]
Today, I walk into the forest looking for the Light. I have been a hunter of light for some time now, and experience has taught me that if you want to see it best, you must look for it in the dark. So I follow the trail until it’s swallowed in shadow. I walk, and […]
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