Singing Along the Journey

#reframingwithoutforgetting

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
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Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

I keep trying…

I'm still out here, each morning. I'm out here, walking the sidewalks of Capitol Hill, just as I have been since the day the world went pear-shaped with the news of COVID. But unlike those early days, I now walk well before sunrise. And the funny thing is, I like it. I like walking in the dark. There is something magical about walking across the border between night and day. There is something magical about feeling the transformation from cool night breeze to the stillness that often comes with the warmth of the sun. And I can almost forget that I am literally in the center of one of the…
Read More

Nothing as it seems…

I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…
Read More

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.
Read More

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
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Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
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The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
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