Let’s just say that life has been a bit stressful lately with everything going on. Back in high school and college when life was understandably a bit like being high strung on a high wire, I would throw myself into poetry. I spent long hours playing with words and sounds, line breaks and juxtaposition. Now, since writing is kind of a career for me these days, I find that I need some other creative outlet that I can throw myself into head first without worrying about being good at it.Read More
Out here in the rust and russet landscape of Utah, I’m taking a break from the afternoon heat by escaping with my husband into a tiny local café. Cold drink, lots of ice, wobbly ceiling fan — and in the distance, the rippling, pine-studded ribbons of sandstone cliffs beneath a hazy-brilliant, unbrokenly blue sky.
Best. Honeymoon. Ever.Read More
Wildflowers in the garden, a riot of purples, pinks and golden orange among the feathery green in early morning sunlight.
Gorgeous skies cresting to a deep sapphire blue, a smooth, unblemished arch above the subtle scents of autumn, crisp and rotting, wafting on a breeze that all summer moved sluggish and hot but now finally dips into cool.Read More
We returned home from our wedding on the edge to discover that our backyard garden of wild flowers had been plenty busy while we were gone….
Amazing white blossoms nodded and danced in the cool and autumn-scented breeze, turning their faces towards the warm face of the sun.Read More
A few days ago, our landlord and his son asked us to clear our tiny front porch area while they worked on stripping and repainting the ceiling. Usually we have a small table set out front with a few candles and the odds-and-ends the kids bring back with them from the woods. We don’t always do a great job of maintaining this outdoor altar, especially during the cold months of snow and ice…
But today, I needed some spiritual down-time to ground in the textures and scents of the earth and replenish my soul a bit. Our landlord’s home improvement project seemed a perfect excuse to revisit our outdoor altar with fresh eyes.Read More
Another gray, rainy day here in Pittsburgh with a week of similarly chilly, damp weather to come, and while it may be good for our newly planted garden, such a wet, cold spring weighs heavy on the soul that longs for the warm touch of sunlight. (And of course, I worry about the Allegheny and the Monongahela joining the Ohio to swell the Mississippi River still further…)
Still, the azalea bush is finally blooming in front of the house. That burst of color brings a bit of relief to the dull, gray days.
What cheers you up in the midst of chill doldrums?Read More