~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

~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

~summer shorts~ molting

These feathers have done their gravity-defying work and have performed valiantly, but their ragged edges are no longer streamlined, no longer serving to decrease resistance to the flow. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ molting

~summer shorts~ butterfly shadows

I was grateful for this little reminder of the butterfly effect of gratitude, grateful also for the visual reminder that we may be tattered and beat up, but we should keep going, that there is still beauty in our surviving, that there is still sweetness to drink in. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ butterfly shadows

~summer shorts~ firebirth

Though the flames haven’t even subsided, and the hatchling may be weak and covered in all this ash right now, she will eventually emerge powerful and courageous. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ firebirth

~summer shorts~ reclaiming

You can sail forward even when the wind is close to your bow, but there is a reason why they call it “beating to windward.” . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ reclaiming

~black and white wednesday~ abide

“My way of finding a place in the world is to write one.” ~Barbara Kingsolver . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ abide

~thankful thursday~ take care

“I move through my days lighthearted and carefree knowing all is well,” is good for me to repeat. Also cathartic is my walk around the rainy yard sacrificing slugs. I’m grateful for balance. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ take care

mother hands

Patricia Ann, Anna Hilda, Hilda Louise, Anna Louise, but beyond my great great grandmother even names fade out of memory. I repeat their names today, as I began to do on my first mother’s day as a mama. . . . → Read More: mother hands

~thankful thursday~ integrating

Tonight during The Empire Strikes Back I was reminded of this quote that I love: “luminous beings are we; not this crude matter.” I think what Yoda was saying was that we are capable of making our own light. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ integrating