
I took my camera to document the rose-gold ocean sunset on the shortest day . . . → Read More: with a voice as big as the sea
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![]() I took my camera to document the rose-gold ocean sunset on the shortest day . . . → Read More: with a voice as big as the sea ![]() I am grateful for the way these gratitudes, post-it-note and placard-sized, and every size in between, collect into a quirky little bundle each year and make a kind of sense together, put off a sort of warmth, a little light, they almost hum. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ peanut butter ![]() I keep turning toward it, and it keeps being there to greet me. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ soft walls ![]() I’m grateful to be quitting this business of staying small and keeping it all under wraps. Also grateful for my vote and to all who vote for women not to have to stay small. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ celebrating bigger ![]() in which I share the photos I keep scrolling back through, from that one week in January. . . . → Read More: juneuary beaches ![]() Miracles… like a lost wedding ring found… . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ monarchs and miracles ![]() 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 ![]() “…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 ![]() ~rainbow mondays~ a splash of color on monday morning a photo study documenting the colors of the spectrum: the balance points between . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ light seeker ![]() Today I participated in another of my favorite mindfulness practices, one concerning impermanence, like sand painting but with squashes, already scattered and but a memory. Tomorrow I will fill the slow cooker with leek and potato, celeriac and parsley root, and some imaginal cells to remind me that next summer will unfurl its colorful wings in time. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ fall crops and late bloomers |
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