The Morning Starts Before the Sun Rises
Field Note: Embodying My Life. You know me. As you wish.
Frog fish. Flying spider. Flying squirrel. Platypus. Sometimes judged as compromised little things simply because they defy categories. They are strangely beautiful to me. Funny how others see them. Adaptations to uncertainty seem right to me.
Field Note: Inhabiting the Good Life
Field Note: There She Is
Field Note: Sailing On
Field Note: Losing My Religion, and No, I do not want it back…
Field Note: A Cherished Autumn Evening
Stepping Out at 5 am Before Dawn
Grateful I opened my eyes and gazed long enough to recognize something special was going on in the sky. Like the meteor shower. Like a comet. Like a harvest moon. Sometimes we sleep through it. Sometimes we’re too distracted. This morning, things aligned just right and so did I.
A Perfectly Held Morning
Pockets of Freedom, Encounters with Agitation
Not mine. I let go.
Field Note: Parenting in the Wild
Choosing to Grow
The difference between Choice and Acceptance is slight. I radically accept what I did not choose. And that is brining me peace.
Field Note: Growing Where I’m stuck
Maybe it is a case of the blahs or whatevers, but whatever it is, it is what it is, and I can find peace in it.
POEM: When You Know, You Know
Early autumn. When you know you know you know. You see it in the light. You hear it in the cricket chirps. You taste and smell it. We’ve stepped over. Finally. To fall.
Field Note: Moving Into Cozy Time
Gratitude long before November arrives. The gift of quieter, more personal traditions.
Field Note: The Number Stayed Still
Sorry, I have abs with organs and I enjoy wine. <3
Field Note — Sunday, Before 10
Domestic Day Sunday. Home. Hearth. Health.
Poem: The Dream Survives
Run. Run. Run.
Through the chambers of my heart.
Learning What Matters
Letting it flow. Letting it go. Coming home to myself.
The Withered One Does Not Rule the World
I’m with the wild ones. The cycles that can’t be tamed.