I’m luckyTo step out into trees.Both doors whichOpen my houseSet courseAn explore throughThick, humid woods. I’m luckyTo provide for an arrayOf living things whichSurround my home.I wonder, do theyThink of me as much asI, them? I’m luckyTo be seen byDonkeys and birds and dogsBut also to not be seenAs I wander deeperInto the forest (although,I... Continue Reading →
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Some small creature was stirring; could it be a mouse? There weren’t any stockings because I don’t care: Festive decor is not quite my affair. Two dogs were sprawled out all across the big couch While I couldn’t sleep, which made me a grouch. I... Continue Reading →
“Enough pails of water—a river.”-Ancient Proverb Because it’s been ages, I ventured beyond the borders of my own few-mile space in an effort to reconnect with something resembling a world bigger than my own. I stayed outside 1) because COVID cases are surging and 2) because we have a rare blip of goldilocks perfection on... Continue Reading →
Reblogging this post because I barely slept last night and have spent the last 24 hours feeling like a hermit crab who left my old shell without finding a new one yet—exposed and vulnerable.
Mind your softness always, but especially today. Check on your soft friends. Honor your gentleness. Know that you are so, so loved.
Your life matters. Your soul matters. And your softness is stunningly beautiful.
I love you,
I’m sitting in my spot—the one in the far, left nook of the couch by the window that looks out towards the donkey’s barn and pasture—as my coffee cools and the night is swelling into its final, heavy moments before the prick of dawn. I spent the fifteen or so minutes before this trying to meditate without much success. Meditation for me looks more like a whack-a-mole game of trying to silence my internal dialogue. Relax your face, I tell myself. Soften your shoulders. I don’t know how I’m going to respond to that angry email I’ve let sit in my inbox for a day. I guess it was my mistake that got me there, but it was a mistake nonetheless. And I owned it. But the world seems so unforgiving these days.
Relax your throat. Deep belly breath. Notice the crickets outside. Mistakes are supposed to help us grow…
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Something crashes. The trash can outside? The rain barrel? What is that? In the dark (what hour is it?) I hop up from bed and run to the backdoor, my dogs growling and scrambling around my feet. I flip on the porch light to see that some boxes I had sitting on top of the... Continue Reading →