Goodbye 2016. Don’t come back. You were harsh, abrasive, and caustic. You rubbed me the wrong way: With your arrogance, hypocrisy, hate, belligerence, and turmoil. You split families apart. You rifted away our friendships, at least what we assumed were so. Your Grim Reaper was a greedy bastard—taking way too many, too soon. (And one … More Goodbye 2016. Don’t come back.
“Through these woods I have walked thousands of times. For many years I felt more at home here than anywhere else, including our own house. Stepping out into the world, into the grass, onto the path, was always a kind of relief. I was not escaping anything. I was returning to the arena of delight. … More These Woods
I’ve been feeling a little meh lately. An uninspired, unenthused feeling has settled in my body. I’m not depressed or frustrated. (OK, I am a little frustrated.) I’m just not feeling like myself. I could blame the recent elections, the state of the world, the visceral contempt that is so prevalent on our streets, … More Stuck In The Mud: Nature as Motivator
“Barn’s burnt down — now I can see the moon.”–Masahide It’s an (almost) Wordless Wednesday. I’ll be spending the day with poetry, my pen, paper, and the transformative power of words. And as always, Virginia Woolf. “But there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”–VW “Thinking … More The Transformative Power of Words
it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world. ~Mary Oliver~ Photo taken by me at Fearrington Village, Pittsboro NC, October 2016.
“In a Dark Time” In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood– A lord of nature weeping to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What’s … More Shadow Work
Welcome: Enter the Land of Hope September is the time of year that I start a mental assessment of the previous months. It happens automatically like the falling of the leaves. As I walk through the woods, the changing of seasons is apparent. The world starts to look more yellow, orange, and brown and much … More Welcome: Enter the Land of Hope
Give it to God. Lord, it is nighttime: We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.* What else can we do, God, but: Give it to you. We surrender our imagined … More Give it to God
On the Occasion of a Woman Turning 48: Some random late night birthday thoughts. First of all, thank you to Mom and Dad who created, carried, nurtured, raised, and taught me. And loved me, even when I acted unlovable. I owe you my existence, my life. I am grateful. My 48th birthday. Where to start? … More On the Occasion of a Woman Turning 48
I spend a fair amount of time thinking about the fragility of life. Probably more than I should. I’m not morbid, I’m curious; perhaps I’m a bit anxious, as well. Life: It’s so unpredictable. One day you’re riding high, the next day you plummet to the depths. Illness takes us by surprise and changes everything–sometimes … More Otherwise: On Life’s Uncertainty
Giving Voice to My Astonishment 
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