The New Year comes in cold: the air brittle and white. Empty. And perhaps it sounds strange, but for now, I like the emptiness, and I’m in no hurry to fill it. My friends rush back and forth announcing resolutions — buying sneakers and juicers and gym memberships. And hear me: those things are beautiful, too. This […]
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 […]
oh God, open my eyesto the magic of small things: sunsetlight,puddlesplash,slow liquid gold … scatter of leaveson black ribbon of road … bonewhite branches,frost-sequined field, frostcrunch,snowshush … my two knees’twin prints on holy ground. ❤
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 […]
I’ve built my life around words: planted them like seed, panned for them like gold. I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought. This is what my kind of people do. But. There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, […]
… And I thought, then, of the days when my eating disorder taught me a different language. When food meant fear, and starvation felt like a form of power.
When everything I put in my mouth seemed like a threat…