Wings made of something as fragile as tissue paper or gauze stretched across the thinnest wire, would melt in heavy rain, would shred in strong wind, would shatter in a freeze. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ survivor
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Cascading eggplants, purple onions, and purple majesty potatoes, purple carrots with their orangey-red lateral root scars. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ give rise 
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 
I’ve had his tea kettle on the back burner of my mind as a dear object I have been wanting to trace back in time in writing. Though right now it is sometimes better to keep a lid on the memories, there are days, like today, when it feels as comforting as a mug of tea to steep myself in treasured moments from the past. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ tea kettle 
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 
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  2 comments  abundance, gratitude, natural world  abundance, anemones, beach, depression, gratitude, integrity, love, mental health awareness, nature, ocean, one unbroken line, outside, photography, raw, reclaiming, rope, sailing, sea urchins, self care, summer shorts, swim, tall ships, tidepooling, upstream, water, windward, writing 
Wandering in a wilderness area together all day is unlike our hour-long video calls in all ways, but most acutely in that I am positioned beside the waterfall of his imagination like I have not been in months. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ wilderness wandering 
Lesson one “Roughly 80% of your body is water. your body is made of mostly water.” She puts a number on it for him, and it is then that i know i have found the perfect swim teacher for quinn. She explains not to blow out all his air at once, but to instead hum, . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ swim lessons 
This past year has been very transitional for Quinn and for me as a parent. At age ten when he began fifth grade, he was one of the big kids in school. For Christmas I gave him practical, useful gifts – a music stand, a hanger to hold his karate belts. In June, I gathered . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ weaving childhood 
The circle of life encompasses all, yet sometimes seems to have a frustratingly small diameter. Walking towards the Chelsea Rose to buy some salmon, my eyes glanced at each plaque lining the bay front, those on the many benches donated in memoriam, as well as the tiles cemented into the sidewalk, defiant attempts at permanence . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ circle geometry |
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