making fairy gardens watching the flowers sway in the wind morning outside on the deck with a cup of matcha putting up the tea shelves taking photos because it makes my heart sing messy desk in the corner near the window the feverfew has started to bloom the bees dancing in the lavender clover between… Continue reading
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the poetry of things
dreamy mornings clover enveloping your feet a body leaning towards the sun, again.
daily practice
this is the practice— noticing. seeing. being. becoming. “beauty as a strategy “- Jeanne Oliver
pink and red
the first flowers red sunshine the big umbrella connecting to the ground matcha green finding beauty in the waiting trusting that song
blessing
let us give thanks-spring is here. it has been all the things: fierce and softunder our noses in our eyes and blessing us.
telling you
there are so many things to write/tell. I feel like purging and telling this blog all the things but I am unlikely to do them any justice. so I will tell you I finished a collection of short stories by Agatha Christie (Hercule Poriot) and I am convinced the books are so much better than… Continue reading
winter thangs
it’s school holidays. all regularly scheduled programs need adjustments. my thoughts are simple these days. cooking and sibling joys and tensions. the cat playing with my toes (rudely). feelings being felt. this time of year brings it all up. i am not where i thought i would be in some areas and i have to… Continue reading
dance like one
are there times when you feel like the lines are too tightand you must swim back towards your own knowing?what does your body say as it sinks into the softness of Johnson grass and purple nettle?do you understand that even here there is a story under stories?the earth is not needing a hero, again.more like… Continue reading
small things
making art. daily. no judgment.more meetings and phone calls than my nervous system cares for but things are being tended. i wish i could figure out how to upload pictures from my phone to this computer but i could just not.chamomile tea. at noon. that was good idea.celebrate the small victories. they matter. they add… Continue reading
watering
these days are hot and sticky we sit under trees that don’t belong to anyone but themselves the rain is promised but trickles so slowly the mornings find me torn to water or not “nourish what matters,” a voice says. so I fill the can and give the earth what I have