Yesterday was the Winter Solstice: the first day of winter and the return of the light. The days grow longer and the nights grow shorter. Like Oliver’s bird, I grow ever more restless. I have an idea–ideas–unfolding from under my wings. Also like the white-eyed bird, I want to go to sleep. … More In Winter, We Rest
BOO!Did I scare you? If I didn’t, I bet these Ghost Pipes just might. Also known as Corpse Plant, Monotropa uniflora is always a treat to find. I usually spot a few when walking through Umstead State Park. But this year, large colonies of these fascinating flowers were growing under a maple tree in my … More Ghost Pipes (Happy Halloween! 👻)
My Year-end (Year in) Gratitude: An inventory (I know, I know. You can eyeroll here, if you wish) It seems like there are two camps when it comes to taking year end inventories: some hate them; some love them. Do you like looking back on the previous year on New Year’s Eve or Day and pondering … More Year-end (Year In) Gratitude
It’s 11 pm Christmas Eve. My daughters just left to go back to each of their homes. My husband is in bed. Two kitties are on my lap, and two are by the fireplace. We had a nice evening: fire pit; apple cider; cheese, meat, and more tray; pizza; Anomia (a fun, but fast!) card … More Let There Be Light
With all of the busy holiday shopping, visiting, parties, concerts, events, crowds, etc, I thought I would share a poem that gets me through those times when it’s all too overwhelming and peopley out there. The Art of Disappearing When they say Don’t I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party … More The Art of Disappearing
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr. A few thoughts I scribbled down on this day to celebrate the life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I often think what can I do to help? I … More Be the Light. Be the Love. Be the Change.
One of my favorite Christmas traditions is decorating our home with ornaments that I’ve collected over the past thirty-one years. Every year, usually early December, I go into the attic and drag down boxes and boxes of Christmas memories. I unwrap each tissue paper-covered item with great care and place them on the … More Handmade Christmas Memories
Giving Voice to My Astonishment 
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