I spent this cold morning thinking about Edison bistro lights, white geraniums, white bacopa, ivy and the 2020 annual of the year, Euphorbia. Diamond Snow grows densely rounded. Diamond Frost, to which last year’s growing adventure attests, will weave and poke its bright spirit into anything. And somehow that all…
I need to finish paginating (appropriating pages of content) a 56-page magazine for a client today. Our senior art director declared he won’t design another page without knowing what he’s got to work with. He’s dual-designed every page he’s touched as both left- and right-facing because I haven’t done what…
It’s from Isaiah and it’s apt on this Sunday. Many things in our lives are new and a little uncomfortable. I listen with ears trained on myself. My needs. My wants. Like standing in snow at the top of a mountain I wish this morning to grow quiet enough to…
Before we walked a public skyway connecting hotels and popular public spaces. I see it from the ground now and realize it’s become a metaphor for life. We’re all, whether saying goodbye to a loved one as we just have or trying to keep our shoulders back in the middle…
I hope this post will help someone. I hope it will help me. I shared with J. on the way home from a day in the country that I feel unsteady, lacking confidence, awkward, uncomfortable in my skin. How is it possible in this late season that I have growing…
I said hello early at the crest of the street. Brisk, isn’t it, I said, annoyed I was up and out so early and not wearing enough layers for the temperature. Yes, I love it, she replied from under her cap with the fur ball pom. Turning back, my ugh…