Color has once again drained from the sky and with only a few fleeting moments of blue, this palette is grey on grey on more grey. It’s always a challenge to know how best to stay connected to the earth in these months. My RA…
Happy New Year ! Here we are waking up in the year 2020 and the past forty years feel like a blur. I’ll observe my 40th high school reunion this year, celebrate 30 years sober, begin the process of downsizing a life full of things…
It is nearly winter. If the fall seems like a long, silent walk into darkness, winter is the corridor through which one must pass to return to the light. Tonight we step fully into that corridor. I feel it in a dozen ways, this deepening…
Soaking in a hot epsom salt bath this morning to try to loosen up the stiffness in my joints. Warm water and effortless movement might be the key to the Universe. It occurs to me I am filled with gratitude that “rest” is finally a…
With the exception of hike days, I have turned off all alarms and stopped wearing my fitbit. Somehow those boundaries and the measure of time seem intrusive. I’ve begun a natural rhythm that involves sleeping when I’m tired, eating when I’m hungry and rising when…
Just outside my door in these wee hours are the river sounds. I have to admit, I don’t know that I’ve ever stayed this near the rush of water and it is just deliriously good. Tucked away in a quiet neighborhood just forty minutes from…
November is a swirl of emotion for me. So many anniversaries on the calendar of both joyful and heartbreaking things. I don’t want to blame the cool winds of fall for the sadness. I don’t ever want to not love the rustling leaves and the…
I remain humbled by the outpouring of love and support by my postal family. I am working on thank you cards and realize that I have A LOT to send. I hope you know how grateful I am and how much I appreciate your patience…
I’ve been agonizing a little over finding the right words for this moment. And I really want to get it right. I hope I do. Here is my love letter to you … Despite the flash and exhilaration of beginnings, we are all hard-wired…
A look back to a time frozen in memory. This day marks the beginning of a season of loss. I have so many wonderful memories tucked away and I will hold space for them all as the sad anniversaries come up in the coming days…
“I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It’s not sadness, though it may sound like it. I’m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more,…
As I begin the long, tedious process of clearing space in our house, I find myself lingering in memory. So many things saved as reminders. Touchstones to a place and/or time in the past. That’s really why we end up with so much “stuff” isn’t…
