(…because we’re all still children sometimes … frenzied… exhausted… in stubborn rebellion against that old human need for Rest…) Blown snow. White, not yet wet — sifted sugar. Airspun, storm-sung: it beds down gentle, tucks the lawn in tight, settling over the branches like a soft hand on a forearm: Hush… Rest now. Just be. […]
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what grace looks like …
Manna Meditations, Day 5 Honest words? Yesterday, my heart was heavy. I was thinking about a few dear friends who are suffering, quietly and without much support, and the things I knew — the hurt I was carrying for them — hummed behind my eyes like a headache. It wasn’t a good day for walking […]
quiet …
Manna Meditations, Day 2 Blue Ridge Parkway. Black ribbon of road: I let the car swoop and dive through the curves, trying not to look at the vistas. The views: it’s why people come here, you know. There are overlooks every few miles where you can pull your car off the road and stand in […]
into the woods…
Manna Meditations, Day 1 I walk into the woods, looking for the Maker. It has been a long time. Today the path is tiger-striped with hard gold light, the long shadows of trees falling in bars over the ridge. The air is so cold you can feel it taking up space in your lungs, feel […]
hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple …
I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately. Harried. Fractured. Busy. (Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.) But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now. I disappeared into a hole in the […]
Today…
… If I had one wish for you, it would be … Rest: … Just a little space to draw a breath, To be. To dream. To know what’s next. Just that. ❤
Say nothing …
Today. Home. * I spent the weekend in a little cabin in the woods. There was firelight. There were books. There was wine and good food, and better company. I walked in a woods dusted with snowflakes, over a carpet of furry wet ferns. I rested. And I come away from that time with a […]
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 Body Electric: Day Eighteen
Tonight I chooseto rest– the spent neuronscracklinginto quiet hiss. No words but this: just rest. ❤
The Body Electric: Day Six
I’ve always been a woman with nervous hands. The rest of my body is still and graceful by nature — balletic, after all these years. But I wear my tension in my hands, which are always folding and unfolding, pulling and smoothing and clenching and unclenching, as if engaged in an eternal game of […]
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