~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

tender and mild

 

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

~thankful thursday~ caterpillar care

…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

~black and white wednesday~ strand

other posts you may enjoy:~rainbow mondays~ among~this moment~~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ playing in the banda pirate looks at . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ strand

tidepool immersion ~ disco doris

virtual nature walk #1 tidepool immersion! . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ disco doris

~summer shorts~ star ecology

The invisible, inextricable linkages among members of an ecosystem sometimes reveal themselves when the system is under strain. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ star ecology

~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

~summer shorts~ a list of emptied spaces

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

~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

~summer shorts~ mystical

The eagle was in no rush, but eventually decided to move north and took flight. We headed north more slowly, picking our way over the slick seaweed rainbow covering the rocky shore. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ mystical