slowly, surely, maybe

The words hang in the air between us, unsaid.

But they don't need to be spoken.

a dapple of my weekend

A few random photos from this long, busy weekend.


I'll be stepping away from my computer a bit in the coming week, taking time to decompress and be wired-less. In the meantime, have the loveliest of weeks and see you back here soon.

in gratitude

Truly thankful this year

for breaths in and breaths out,
for a pillar of support without whom I'd be severely lost and confused,
for a camera that does so much more than capture photos,
for a practice that leaves my body feeling worthy and capable,
for learned knowledge,
for the trees and the sun and the moon and earth,
for connections with like-minded souls over the internet,
for my own little space in the corner of my parents' house,
and for finally being able to, slowly, find support within.


Wishing you a weekend of inspiration, gratitude, and wellness!

in preparation of thanksgiving

1. Go to yoga. For a free "Chill Out Before the Holidays" class. (How can I say no?)

2. Work one more day for the week!

3. Drive out to the farm to pick up my winter share.

4. Decide on the perfect Thanksgiving side dish recipe.

5. Attempt to quiet my mind a little.

6. Give thanks early Thursday morning with another yoga class.

7. Appreciate Thanksgiving for (if nothing more than) a day of rest, and not let my mind wander to Christmas mayhem just yet.....

What will you be preparing this week?

luna

She was out this weekend, and full.

I don't think I could ever tire of studying her.



I wake and spend
the last hours
of darkness
with no one

but the moon.
She listens
to my complaints
like the good

companion she is
and comforts me surely
with her light.
But she, like everyone,

has her own life.
So finally I understand
that she has turned away,
is no longer listening.

She wants me
to refold myself
into my own life.
And, bending close,

as we all dream of doing,
she rows with her white arms
through the dark water
which she adores.

Moon and Water
Mary Oliver

a dapple of my weekend

There was a visit home from Jana for a Thanksgiving/birthday celebration and an opportune blank wall for a photo shoot, a morning of slow errands and cuddling with the cat, a last-minute trip to Northampton for tea at Haymarket and lots of staring at the full moon.

Not nearly enough time, though.

those days

Do you ever have those days when,

even though you know you shouldn't,

you just can't stop

feeling bad for yourself?


It's silly, really, but there are some days when I'd just like to stay under the covers in the dim glow of Christmas lights and the faint signs of the early-morning moon and the warmth of pajamas

and keep the world out.

early mornings

Waking earlier than usual,

when no one else is awake and the sky is still dark,

preparing for the day slowly and with purpose,


clears plenty of room for early morning walks through the woods,

breathing in the sharply chilly air and greeting the sun as it rises over the trees,

and welcoming the day.

felicitous findings: part 27

(Has it really been since April since I last wrote one of these?)


1. Watching little kids jump into leaf piles. I remember when I was one of them.

2. Going from just a mattress, to a mattress topped with a (too-small) piece of memory foam that seriously improves your sleeping conditions all the same (and makes it ten times harder to get up in the mornings) (thanks, Lauren!).

3. Brand new fleece jackets that are your greatest idea all winter.

4. Realizing you had more money than you thought.

5. When Stella sleeps right on top of me at night, and keeps me warm.

off the trail

I saw a new view through the trees as I neared the greenhouses through the woods, found a tree full of berries (which made a very cute arrangement when I carried some branches home with me), realized that the photo of the leaves would turn into hearts when rotated upside down (Melanie, are we on the same page again?), and got close enough to the biggest trees to actually touch them.

Sometimes it's good to wander off the beaten path, to awaken the senses with new sights and sounds, to get out of your own way and meander a bit.