Tonight, as I listen to the wind slide slow around the edges of the house, I think of the season’s first frost, predicted to crystallize over the grass while I sleep. I think of the way the leaves fall silent, even in the dark … And I think about this old post — originally published on […]
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Flashback: Gold Leaves, Ginkgo Trees & a Stranger’s Blessing
This post was first published on October 30, 2014 — almost exactly a year ago … It still makes me smile. ❤ /// Sometimes, the best moments are unplanned. Yesterday, in a sudden burst of spontaneity between running errands, I deviated from my plan for the day. Driving down 581, I swung the car onto the exit […]
When the Forest Sends Me a Heart-Shaped Love Note …
Every day, this world tries to tell me, in quiet, ordinary ways, that there is love for me here. And also magic. I went on a long walk in the woods yesterday. My mind was cluttered, my heart heavy, but then, this: … A giant leaf like a valentine: soft as parachute silk. Today, I’m wishing you […]
Oh, God, if only you might give me the words …
… to speak the song the cicadas are singing —that murmur and hum filling the trees.But their song is wholly their own,and no matter what words I use,mine would only be a poor copy —and why bother to copy such a thing,when anyone can go out on a summer nightand sit spellbound to the soundof the original? But […]
One Thing I Know …
… This plain-faced, ordinary world is full of magic: Tree Shadows, Roanoke, Va Hope you stumble over some everyday beauty today… ❤
An Offering, Left in the Amphitheater at Elmwood Park: Day Twenty-Six
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * Yesterday I park my car downtown, on Franklin, and walk toward Elmwood Park, in a sunlit avenue of […]
An Invitation to Look Again, Hung on a Tree in the Marsh: Day Twenty-One
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * This is how it happens: I am out shopping, late Sunday afternoon, when I see on the […]
A Call to Speak, Left by a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * There’s a place in Salem where the trees lean out over the river, casting crisscrossed shadows that […]
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