Tonight

Today I feel the earth has tilted on its axis farther from the sun. The air tonight is cold, and the earliest of the maples are vermillion on the hillside. Monarch butterflies have been everywhere in the past few days. They fly in their delicate aimless way from flower to stem along the roadside, and […]

Self Portrait Tuesday: The enclosed space of sadness

Saturday Notebook

The autumnal bird migrations have begun, and last night we watched them fly across the golden sky, each bird a small winged fleck of gratitude. I am alive. Yet my heart aches at the loss, and at the wonderment of my own self preservation. Like Penelope, I keep returning to the spool of memory, unraveling […]

Friday Notebook

Know this: Your life is precious. YOU are precious. Carry the gift of your life in both your hands with utter awe and gratitude. Everything can turn in a moment. Everything.
I’m sorry I can’t write more–I’m not sure about this medium of blog when it comes to matters of deep crisis and privacy, […]

Wednesday Notebook

Have you ever felt like your heart is outside you, irretrievably scattered like the thousand small pieces in some jigsaw puzzle without a box?
Was it like this? Coming home after hours (like decades) away, and your little one doesn’t want to accept your hug, and then calls for Daddy when you’re putting him to bed.
Tell […]

Tuesday Notebook

Here is the whole two-page spread.

Monday notebook page

Seeking solace in paint. After hours of in-service on literacy, I long for the opposite of words. Pure color, images rife with the meaning of heart. Feeling a little dislocated coming home at five, to have my little boy nestle in the curve of my neck for the first time all day. Everything is in […]

Splash

I’m feeling a lot better today and so is mr. grumpy Bean. A lot of routines to get used to around here right now; a lot of splashing (or mucking) about as the case may be, until things smooth out & we all get used to me working again.

weekend amusement:: edited to add–it was a really crappy day

This. I’ve always sucked when it comes to popularity contests.
A haircut at Aveda. A whole hour of time to ponder my reflection was apparently not what I needed today. My stylist wore shiny black knee high boots and a black dress with several buckles and studs. Also not quite what I envisioned.
Shopping. […]

1.5 years old

Dear Bean,
I come home after being away from you for hours, and gather you up into my arms. Your hair smells like wild grasses and sun. Your feet are bare; knees scuffed from climbing rocks and logs. On your collar, the crumbs from the small lemon vanilla cookies you ate by the fistful. Daddy tells […]