A year ago, we passed our neighbors who are gardening goddesses. Their yard always looks and smells amazing and is filled with birds and rabbits who come to find sanctuary. I said in passing how much I loved their aloe plants that had grown so large they had taken up a whole corner of their …
This morning our walk was different. The air was cool and the wind was gusty sending leaves changing colors whirling to the ground. This is a season of change. The inbetween-ness of summer and fall. The new routines and new schedules. The new unexpectedness of whether the morning will feel like hot and humid summer …
This morning as we started out for our walk, we came across this in the bed beside our house. I had seen the hopeful signs that we might get just one more bloom before the summer ended and overnight, out it bloomed! By the time we returned from our walk, the bloom looked just a …
Today, it’s the clouds floating to me the possibility – that taking sheltering finding rest letting the wind and rain refresh the earth might just be the best and most important work.
Today it’s the colors, inviting me to see clearly. The brilliant blue of the sky against the hunter green of the pines – The unexpected fuchsia of the crepe myrtle climbing out of the storm drain – The glistening silver of morning dew about to evaporate in the blazing summer sun – The fiery …
Today it’s the birds singing to me. Reminding me – to dive into the unknown to ride the wind of a new day to sing loud and strong to call when there’s food to chase off predators together to build nests out of unlikely finds And most importantly, to spread wide and be …
Today, it’s the trees Speaking to me. Reminding me to – reach deep stand tall soak up warmth relish in rain widen my view And hold steady.
Chubby hands reaching out to touch the tall grass, Curious feet creating ripples in the still waters. We basked in the miracle of the ripples the grass the stillness of the morning light. And then walked on.
As I was cleaning one of my bookshelves, a notecard fell off the bookshelf. It was from a time when I would write quotations on notecards from books I had read to remind myself of the way those words had spoken to me. This one was from Thoreau’s On Walden: The surface of the earth …
When case numbers in SC began to rise, I realized it was going to become more and more difficult to find light and hope. The climbing death rate, the uncertainty about the fall, and the growing unease among people were all causes to be on alert constantly. South Carolina now has higher case numbers than …
