Just over a year ago, I posted this little story. I stumbled across it again yesterday, and it still feels thick with magic, mystery, and fearless everyday wonder. Enjoy, friends … * This is how it happens: I am out shopping, late Sunday afternoon, when I see on the shelves a little oval mirror that hangs […]
Tag: winter
Whiteout …
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. ❤
the self-confidence of sunlight …
The morning sun presses into the room without waiting to be invited. It does not knock, or use a door, or worry whether it will be welcomed. It simply pushes in, through each crack and hole and opening, as if it already knows that it belongs… …And so it does. ❤
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 […]
The Body Electric: Day Eleven
Today, a little pre-Christmas miracle alights on our small valley — because suddenly, right smack-dab in the middle of the Christmas season, a warm wind blows in and the temperatures climb to nearly eighty degrees. I go out for a long walk, feeling strangely naked in shirtsleeves and flip-flops. I walk through neighborhoods festooned with wreaths […]
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, […]
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. ❤
When it’s Fall and it’s cold & wet but I’m brave & hopeful anyway …
Rain falls.The trees flame. Morning. * I step into the car and find it coated with wet leaves, the brown foliage glued to grill & windshield and hood. I start the engine, and a flock of small black birds shudders upward. Lifts through gray light. * On the road I am driving fast now. Water hisses in the […]
Breaking Silence
I’ve been quiet for more than a week here — maybe you noticed. I needed that time to step away … to sink into silence. Sometimes I need silence the way so many good green things need winter — maybe you know what I mean. Not long ago, I mentioned that I’ve been mulling a new project […]
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