Yesterday’s post has me thinking about the mercy of near-misses, and the grace of second chances. I originally published the following words and the accompanying photograph on January 7, 2015, as part of the Secret Messages Project, and it seemed right to share it with you once more. Wherever you are when you read these words — […]
Tag: black and white
Flashback: The Time I Almost Got Arrested for Writing a Poem in Chalk on a Bridge
From now until January 1, three times a week I’ll be sharing with you some of my all-time favorite posts — you might think of it as a curated collection of the Best of Alpha // Whiskey // Foxtrot. In between, there’ll be space for new photos, new words and new wonder: a mingling […]
Rest
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 […]
a metaphor in the beating of wings …
… I watched them leap the street again, spooling up into a cyclone, a thunderhead, a swell. In a moment, their shape shifted into something else entirely: something animal.
Or perhaps something not animal at all …
Flashback: Secret Messages in the Woods
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 […]
still waters …
i smooth my soulinto somethingalmost like silence: the river at rest is the one that reflects the sky. ❤
The Day the Light Overtakes Me …
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 […]
On Silver Light & Gem-Spangled Spiderwebs: In Search of Rainy-Day Magic
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 […]
When the sky is telling me something …
Today, I’m wishing for you… this: … the sun breaking through … building for you a staircase,a ladder,liftinginto light. Climb up. ❤
A Reminder, Right Above My Head …
Sometimes the way out … … is Up. ❤
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