Scraps
It is somehow already Thursday. I am like salt in a shaker, scattered haphazardly over the things of my days. Small scraps that I want to remember.
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Coming back to the classroom I put a jar full of tulips by my desk, and smiled when it was the boys who noticed. A little girl [...]
Happy heart
A weekend trip south, to Blue Poppy’s, to spend time with wonderful Lizardek and her lovely mom, and Elizabeth and her T. Ambling walks in the sunshine with a crowd of golden pups. Every moment filled up with wonder and delight and gratitude: these women come from my planet.
Some days I feel entirely alien to [...]
A post in pictures
Artichokes for dinner: a Bean favorite. Mine too. We eat all the way to the heart, dipping each leaf in lemon butter; then wonder at the purple and pale green thistle center.
It’s suddenly warm here. Days perfect for drinking fizzy water and limes. Days for getting first sunburns, working in the garden. A week of [...]
A Mighty Life (1-40 in no particular order)
1. Write and publish a book.
2. Take a roadtrip across the US in a camper.
3. Live in Italy for a year.
4. Drink mint tea in Morocco
5. Learn Italian.
6. Learn to dance.
7. Grow a garden
8. Hanglide.
9. Build my own studio/barn on our land.
10. Take a film class.
11. Take a photography class.
12. Write regularly for a magazine.
13. [...]
From here
Standing at the kitchen sink this morning rinsing a glass, I was thinking about blogging. About this blog, about how I started it for one reason, and have continued it for another entirely.
The sunlight in the morning has made all the difference lately, and this morning you could see new grass on the lawn, [...]
Really annoying strange stuff is happening in blogland
I don’t get it. My blog has disappeared several times ENTIRELY in the past twenty-four hours. WTF?
Where the edges became frayed
I’ve been shy here, lately. Perhaps dodging myself a bit. Not really sure how to pick up where I’ve left off—I’ve been so sporadic with posting lately—yet I really am missing the regularity of sharing moments and comments. I’ve been fragile this winter.
For the first time since November I felt like I could breathe [...]
In the spaces between
The roads have turned to mud now: layers of ice-hard earth thawing to slush, sticky and trampled. The yellow evening light is speckled with the flutterng wings of bugs, newly hatched, air eddying around their tiny exoskeletons.
We go for a run, just the two of us, conversation filling in the spaces between hard breathing uphill. [...]
Hieroglyphs of a turbulent heart
Every guy I have ever dated has been the same in one way: they have all been inclined to read my journals. Fools, all of them, for flipping through the blurry pages of my inconsistent heart.
One day I’m only able to see the sun. Everything is bright: my future, the mangos split into perfect segments [...]