~rainbow mondays~ being ok

One swallowtail hunkered down in the lawn, bobbing up and down as the wind went sweeping down the plain. Another I followed into the tall amber waves of grain in the back field, and located it two-thirds of the way down a stem, gripping on for dear life as each stem waved and whipped past its gossamer wings. I tried to take notes on how to ride out the turbulence. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ being ok

~rainbow mondays~ equanimity

I perch and hover on this equinox, my compass needle steadying but this orienting is an active state, an attentive tending. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ equanimity

the portal

The portal is open, the ideas are flowing onto the page, I am diving under each wave and coming up breathless and ready for the next. . . . → Read More: the portal

~rainbow mondays~ reflect

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

~thankful thursday~ seed bank

I was putting away seeds from the flowers I grew this summer, knowing I would need to have the memory of past flowers and the hope of future flowers tucked in a safe place in order to get through the flowerless days. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ seed bank

~rainbow mondays~ regulus calendula

 

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday morning

a photo study documenting the colors of the spectrum: the balance points between light reflected and light absorbed

other . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ regulus calendula

burning on the inside

There have been mercies this year, and because they’ve emerged amid wrecked fields of disappointments and loss, they shine like singular, luminous wildflowers. . . . → Read More: burning on the inside

~black and white wednesday~ cycles

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

~rainbow mondays~ smolder

“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

~rainbow mondays~ nourish

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday morning

a photo study documenting the colors of the . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ nourish