I’ve been knocked off balance. I suspect most of us have. I’m comfortable in solitude and, even before the pandemic, am happy to spend most of my time at home but it’s different now. There’s that constant hum in the back of my mind and a measure of fear over the unknown. There’s concern for
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Exceedingly Well
It’s been an unexpected whirlwind week. Yesterday afternoon, I sat in my wing chair, reading and highlighting, while beet pickles processed in the canner. Content, I looked over at my open kitchen with its tidy counters and big blue Ball canner boiling on the stove. We picked the last of the beets the day prior
Delightful
Unexpected changes of events, delays, and spending time in town (worst of all at a big box store where the cacophony and confusion threaten to be my undoing), and feeling like we’re robbing ourselves of the gift of enjoying the fleeting days of summer. These things, one after the other, and I get testy. Seeking
Broken. Busy. Beloved.
I’d like to have something to turn to find Seven Steps To . . . get to the other side of what challenges me. Something concise, steps to take, boxes to check, and a measuring stick with which to note progress. Surely someone has crafted such a thing. But no. Of course not. Though many
Gathering Rosebuds
Summer’s back. I printed out the fourth draft of Presences of Absences, bought new colourful highlighters, flags, and post-it notes, and am heading into a different season of writing and editing away from the computer. Perfect timing. Because it’s time to sit on the deck and watch the finches, and on the grass in front of