Manna Meditations, Day 33 The Stream snatches a slice out of the sky and pins it down in a furrow of earth, so that all the trees lean over to look, seeing the sight of themselves for the very first time: They stand astounded, caught in this position for a hundred years, perhaps … Just […]
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gratitude in the winter dark…
(Manna Meditations, Day 23) In these gray days, let us not forget to look for the ordinary wonder … To see beauty in bare lines and broken places, in cracks crazing the sidewalk like fine china: To see color in subtler shades — the blonde of afternoon sunlight. The burnished bronze of fallen leaves, shining […]
sometimes i find the manna at the threshold of the day …
… standing still and quiet on my doorstep: 💛
beauty, in the bitter cold…
Manna Meditations, Day 4 It’s possible, I’m learning, that the manna is everywhere … That the magic is passing through us and around us, a hundred times a day, and to see it is as simple as breathing… Today I’m breathing deep.
A gift to the current Me, from the girl I was last Fall …
Every once in awhile, this magical thing happens to me. I’ll be plowing through my day, hurried and tense, when suddenly I’ll stumble over a little loveliness, left behind by my past self. It’s like a gift, really: the rose petal pressed between two pages. The poem scribbled on a cocktail napkin, tucked in my coat […]
The Sunshine State, in Black & White
For a long time now, I’ve had a special place in my heart for Florida. I spent summers there as a kid, tearing around on a bike near the mangroves, coming alive in the steamy green heat. It’s a nostalgic place for me, and like most nostalgic places, it strikes me as beautiful. But. Florida’s […]
brave words for fearful people …
Go out into the world:
Go! Yes, you — though you are fearful and fragile and small.
Go broken-winged and bent-boned and beauty-starved… Lovesick. Stardrunk. Skydizzy.
Or go sharp-eyed and sober, if that’s how it is — the hunger for the light a clenched fist in your stomach …
the place I come from…
“I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.” — Mitch Albom It’s been quiet here at alpha // whiskey // foxtrot for the last few days, and that’s because I’ve spent those days in the company of my […]
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