The house is silent. Gerry is out having coffee with his cronies. Maya, not quite herself after a dental procedure the day prior, snoozes on a blanket in the den. I carry a vase of grocery store flowers downstairs to my woman cave and set them on my writing desk in front of the north-facing…
Tuesday, April 30, 2019 – Long Awakening
It seems like spring is late. That is, of course, not the case. Spring, and everything else, is unfolding as it should. My challenge is to let go, lean in, and live and love well. I’m not all that good at these things, but I keep trying We spend a few hours in the yard….
Monday, April 29, 2019 – Presences
There’s that beautiful pink morning sky again. It washes away the melancholy I wake with these days. I don’t understand much of anything, but I know that an ordinary extraordinary thing like that can work some things together that I need to have worked together. I sit transfixed for a time, then the brilliance starts…
Sunday, April 28, 2019 – Winter-Spring
It’s late April and hills across the valley are dusted white as if with confectioners sugar. I spend the morning in the woman cave dabbling with this and that and not thinking about gardening at all. Odd for this time of year. By late afternoon the sun is shining, and the white is gone, but…
Saturday, April 27, 2019 – My Favourite
Of the many images I captured when we were at the tulip festival earlier this week, this one is my favourite. It’s not loud and part of the crowd. The flower in this photograph is quiet, strong, and distinctive. The closed waxy petals are hope. Wisdom and wonder are hidden inside. It reminds me that silence and…