I have spent my life in the company of those who like to talk about words. Their power (so they say) mightier than the sword.
But words are just one language, and — hear me — there are others. Ones I am just now beginning to learn…
Tag: meditative
things left unsaid …
Whatever you’ve been meaning to say … I hope you say it today: Speak gentle. Speak thoughtful. Speak breathless. Speak bold. Speak honest, even if honesty feels rusty in your mouth. Go on now. Take a breath … Begin again. ❤
defiance …
The birds come back first, though it’s seven degrees out. I watch them: raucous, small-bodied rebels, singing in the trees. Red-breasted balls of blue fluff, they wear their colors as a dare — an act of defiance against February’s gray. I watch them: hopping. Chattering. They warble and catcall, leaving a complicated series of footprints on […]
Runes …
I almost miss the magic today. It’s cold — great gusts of wind tearing through the clouds, tossing the treetops. Even in my down parka, I’m shivering. But I go out anyway. I walk down to the woods. Tramp through the brush for an hour, trying to catch a little beauty through the viewfinder. But […]
The Body Electric: Day Twenty
Tonight, at the exact moment of the Winter Solstice, I am standing out in my front yard, head craned back, staring at the sky… I’m looking for magic. The thing about the solstice is that it comes at the exact same moment for all of us — the instant when the sun crests over Stonehenge and begins the […]
The Body Electric: Day Five
Today. I go out walking in the last of the light — before the sun winks out behind the mountains. I feel the cold in my lungs, the night coming on, and I think: It’s true, what they say. The twilight swallows us all. Still … For a moment … My shadow stands tall. […]
The Body Electric: Day Four
The dinner’s been eaten. The laundry’s been folded. The apple crisp is in the oven, filling the house with its fragrance. And suddenly, for the brief span of an hour, there’s nothing to do but just be. So I put the kettle on, and I make sage tea. * If the finest pleasures are the simple […]
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