Saturday, August 27, 2016

Mornings at my table, afternoons in the river



      When I take a few days to do something solitary, I'm astounded at the effect. 
       I planned these 3 days thinking that I would write non-stop, but I actually swam 
       in a green-blue river for hours, wandered its bank, and sat on a big flat rock--
       knee-deep in the water and "noodling"--going from one idea to another, 
       trying on memories--holding them up to the light. 









Friday, August 26, 2016

Some evenings go on forever

        

       There are so many things that I love about summer, but perhaps the best thing
        is the way that hours seem to open out and expand--a day goes on for more 
        than 24 hours and evenings last forever. This counterweight to the rush 
        of time offers a wordless pleausre--like an open hand holding out 
        just one apricot, speckled and golden, sweet in the mouth.









Tuesday, August 2, 2016

When we talk about love



it's easy to lose sight of what it might look like over time--over days and nights and years--
but the longer I'm alive the more I cherish this through line of devotion--
a bright gold thread stitched through darkness, holding everything together.








Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Saturday, July 2, 2016

We all love to stand at the edge of things

 

             and look out over an open space that seems to promise every possibility.

            This is the feeling I recall from my twenties, from my thirties---and it's been an

             ongoing shock to live in the complicated rat's nest that is middle life--every hour spoken for,

             details and demands growing faster than the blackberry vines crowding out my roses, so that 

             change appears impossible--or, at least, impossibly difficult. This summer I want to return

             to a faith that all doors open to bright air, that every road leads to a place I can love. 

             How about you all? 










Sunday, May 1, 2016

Space and light seem to open the door

to an expansive sense of possibility. And the older I get, the more I crave a wider vista.









Friday, January 1, 2016