Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ~Mary Oliver This is exactly what I aspire to do on my daily walks and here on my blog. How do you define living a life? Remember, it’s not just exhaling and inhaling. Nor is it merely surviving. Those things are necessary, of … More The Instructions
Of all the flowers in my garden, these sweet bluets (Houstonia caerulea) rank way up on my favorites list. There’s a reason for this simple spring ephemeral’s prominent place in my garden and heart. When my youngest daughter was about seven years old, she went down to the little stream by our house and dug … More Bluets: The Things That Aren’t Things
Bleeding Heart: Lamprocapnos spectablis (formerly known as Dicentra spectablis) My garden, 2017 It is Spring! Finally. The dreamwork of Winter is over and we move into the active work of sowing the seeds that we have pondered and planned the last four months. The gardens in our minds, between the pages of a book, the … More Bleeding Hearts: Of Spring and Simple Things
“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
I’ve met a milestone here on WordPress. I’ve been blogging 6 months. While that might not seem like long to you, it’s a big deal for me. I’ve started other blogs; I kept them set to private. They were more like online personal journals. I had this blog for seven months before I plunged into … More Gratitude and Friendship
It’s a hot July in North Carolina. That’s nothing new. These days as I walk through the woods, I see wild blackberries growing along the path. It’s blackberry picking season, which is also a season full of childhood memories. I remember as a young girl walking the railroad tracks up to Maw Beale’s house. Maw … More When Blackberries Are More Than Blackberries: Memories of Another Time
My photo. My hand, yet also Dad’s. Spring 2016 Every year when springtime rolls around and the earth begins to awaken, I start thinking more about my dad. Winters are so harsh where I grew up. Spring is much anticipated and everyone is ready to get outside and feel the sun. I was fortunate to … More The Stories We Carry
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