New Outlooks

As September ended, a chilled zephyr arrived, albeit a bit early.  But as with all transitions, we adjust.  So for now, as I write these words, I have returned inside to my studio; now just dreaming of the summer sunshine on my face and soul. offering…tea leaves conveywhat I can not The birds and their Read More …

Envisioning a Different Way

August has been a brutal here in the northeast with record-breaking heat; a drought; an early tropical storm for which we received little rain; and, of course, the on-going COVID-19 pandemic.  Not sure, if anyone could have predicted all this. 2020no one had a clear visionof what was to come And yet, as we struggle Read More …

Arrival of First Light

The garden is flush with new bounty – flowers, vegetables, herbs – and the visitors that come with late Spring – a kaleidoscope of butterflies, songbirds, hummingbirds, and dragonflies. Still, I await the arrival of fireflies.  Little “light fairies” that bring wonderment in the darkness illuminating micro bits of the night’s domain.  I hadn’t noticed Read More …

The Awakening Spring

Back in mid-March when we began this pandemic journey, I wrote a post titled “In These Times” that laid out some ideas I would use to return to self-care.  One of those was to “see that Spring had awakened”.    Living in the Northeast, Spring seems to have taken it’s time, as we drift back Read More …

The Poet’s Salvation

I generally write every morning – journaling really.  Taking that time to write a stream of consciousness with no editing and no judgement stretches my mind and soul releasing the cobwebs from overnight or the prior day and readies me for the tasks at hand. A few weeks ago, I stopped that practice.  The news Read More …

In these times…

These are interesting times. You may use a different word(s) to qualify them. I do too. Strange. Weird. Scary. Difficult. Depressing. New reality. No matter how you describe these days, like me, your anxiety may be heightened, you may be hyper-focused on the news around us, or wondering how we will survive or rise above Read More …

A new year begins…

As I sit here writing in my studio, a light snow has begun to fall outside my window. The birds that frequent are flitting here and there scouring for seeds. They always seem busiest when the snow is falling, as if this may be the last food available. And yet, I always refill their feeding Read More …