Yesterday. I am running errands. Running with my mind cluttered by Christmas and all its trappings. And so, on a whim, I peel off I-581 and take the exit into downtown. Park just under the pedestrian bridge, across the tracks from the art museum. I take a long breath, and cross over. * Inside the […]
Tag: Inspiration
The Body Electric: Day One
Yesterday. Early evening. I slip into my running shoes and sit down on the kitchen floor by the back door, in front of the rainsplashed full-length mirror. Slowly, I slide into a stretch, feeling all the little muscles in my legs resisting until, after a minute or so, they loosen all at once. Whatever was […]
The truth behind the quiet …
If you’ve been reading my words for awhile, you may have noticed a quiet here, building. It’s not that I haven’t been posting; it’s just that I haven’t been saying very much. This is a tell: it’s something I always do before I’m about to speak. … A little intake of breath, I suppose. […]
One for the renegades …
I still remember where I was the first time I heard the radio hit Renegades by X Ambassadors: on the dusty second story of a Staunton antinque mall, where the tune crackled and snarled through an AM/FM radio with a bad connection. No more than 30 seconds elapsed before I Shazamed it… I was smitten. * […]
Why I’m not afraid of Winter … for once.
The cold comes in slow: white fog that slides over the mountains at night. Hangs in wreaths around the peaks. Usually, I fear the winter. I see it as a long night when my summer radiance sleeps, curled up like a crocus under snow. But this year… This year I’m hopeful. * I often hear the phrase, “Oh, […]
a small reminder, written on floating leaves …
This time of year, I can’t watch a single leaf spiraling to earth without thinking of a certain special poem by E.E. Cummings … Strung together like a necklace of cranberries on a thread, his letters make up what I consider to be the most exquisite little poem I’ve ever encountered: l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness […]
On pomegranates … & quiet pleasure
Early evening. I sit out on the back steps, letting the last of the Autumn light run down over my shoulders. In the yard, under the canopy of the old oak, bronze leaves come loose from the branches. Float and spin down slow. A mixing bowl of cool water rests between my knees, and […]
glitter & gray …
maybe the raindropsare just diamonds maybe those gray cloudsare hammered silver maybe these wet leavesare a red carpet this long wintera white blanket that we pull over usuntil it’s warm. ❤
be still …
Noon. I curl up on the down-filled sofa under the big bay window. Watch the light flickering down through the limbs of the old oak: There is nothing I must puzzle out here: no meaning to decode. No sign or symbol to deconstruct. There’s just me, with the sun warm on my skin. And the sun […]
When I am running in the dark, in a river of light …
Two days ago, for the first time in a long time, I ran. * There’s a little event held every Tuesday in Roanoke called the Pub Run. It begins at Wasena City Tap Room and loops through the greenway in either a three-mile or five-mile course. It felt strange, and also comforting, to run in such a […]
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