The green begins slow, like someone waking up after a long nap. It spreads subtly across the forest at first: the tiniest leaves spangling the understory. But then the grass on the lawn grows long. The wood moss puts out furry wands tipped with tiny capsules of new life. As for me, I go out […]
Tag: Inspiration
brave words for fearful people …
Go out into the world:
Go! Yes, you — though you are fearful and fragile and small.
Go broken-winged and bent-boned and beauty-starved… Lovesick. Stardrunk. Skydizzy.
Or go sharp-eyed and sober, if that’s how it is — the hunger for the light a clenched fist in your stomach …
the thaw …
When the thaw happens, it happens all at once. * Almost two months ago now. We go walking in the woods: me, T and two dear friends. New-fallen snow lines every limb and leaf. The light is pale silver; the air cold, but not too cold. Like Winter is making up its mind. * We have […]
A Monday-morning call to look again …
Can I tell you something? Can I say it here — now — before the noise of the week presses in and drowns out my words? Oh, friend. Hear me: this world is full of magic. And I believe the best magic waits for those of us who see things a little differently. There’s mystery […]
I can’t stop seeing stardust on our skin …
“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars …and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.” — St. Augustine I’ve got a thing for ordinary […]
what we were meant for …
A memory: I am just a girl, with one skinny arm thrust from the car window. The hand cupped to cut the air: lifting. I am too young, then, to have learned Bernoulli’s Principle, or to have heard the word “airfoil.” But still, my palm curls into the wind, without needing an explanation. Without knowing […]
Flashback: a Promise, Left on a Park Bench in the Frost
As I write these words, Winter is having its last gasp. Fat white flakes swirl, caught in the golden cones streaming from the streetlights. Once again — when we’re all hungering so fiercely for Spring — the world erases itself into white. And yet: Winter cannot last. If you’re finding that hard to believe today, please know that I dug […]
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