By marybethrew, on February 22nd, 2021%
“…we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid, the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there is always light if only we are brave enough to see it, if only we are brave enough to be it.” — Amanda Gorman, The Hill We Climb. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ lighter
By marybethrew, on January 4th, 2021%
One of the things I’d like to remember for this year is finding out that going inward allowed me to, paradoxically, expand in ways I wouldn’t have guessed. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ reflect
By marybethrew, on December 25th, 2020%
I am placing this image of nine-years-ago Quinn drawing a whole bunch of baby dinosaurs “standing on the floor of the egg” here to signify that there’s a lot of writing going on, gestating behind the scenes. The sun ball lamp might be my egg incubator, and I am waking up early to . . . → Read More: tender and mild
By marybethrew, on November 19th, 2020%
…the wind bathing us in fresh air after a year in which breathing has become much more sacred, the eagle dancing above the rainbow-glazed waterfall… . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ caterpillar care
By marybethrew, on October 28th, 2020%
other posts you may enjoy:simple poems~rainbow mondays~ celestial bodiesencouragement from crab~this moment~ . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ strand
By marybethrew, on October 2nd, 2020%
virtual nature walk #1 tidepool immersion! . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ disco doris
By marybethrew, on September 19th, 2020%
The invisible, inextricable linkages among members of an ecosystem sometimes reveal themselves when the system is under strain. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ star ecology
By marybethrew, on September 16th, 2020%
Hope is a renewable option; if you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning. ~ Barbara Kingsolver . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ cycles
By marybethrew, on September 15th, 2020%
Hundreds of geese huddled along the edge of the bay as we drove through foggy smoke after picking up pizza for date night at home. Robins had sat in the grass all day looking stunned. So much dryness. So much stillness after such a turbulent wind. The lawn crunched under my feet as I pick pears up off the ground, embarrassed by the plenty falling into my hands while others are losing everything, or still waiting to hear the outcomes of their everything. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ a list of emptied spaces
By marybethrew, on September 14th, 2020%
“How many fears came between us?
Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell
rained smoldering pus
from skies made of winged death.
Horror tore this world asunder.
While inside the bleeding smoke
and beyond the shredded weeping flesh
. . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ smolder
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