Watch the snow come… Watch it swallow the blue hills… Watch it erase the horizon, snuff the sound of the day in silence: Watch me fill the silence with song. ❤
Tag: nature
Off the grid …
For the next four days, I’ll be cozied up in a quiet cabin with T and a few special friends. While it may be a little quiet around here for the time being, know that I’ll be scribbling, shooting and contemplating, with hopefully lots of joyful moments to share on the other side. Happy […]
the imperfectionist’s prayer
oh, Lord, leave me …
… undone.
heal me, but don’t –
(forgive me
for saying it) …
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 Thirteen {the Dark Edition}
It occurs to me today that December is just … dark. I don’t mean that it’s emotionally dark. I mean that it’s literally dark. Because as December deepens, there’s less and less daylight for me to wander out in the woods, thinking and dreaming and breathing and shooting and writing. On days like today, the only […]
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. ❤
small things …
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. ❤
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