I feel like I went to church at The Blue Room and there were a thousand points of light to illuminate and connect what has been on my mind. We went to hear live R&B. The man on the stool next to me in the sort of makeshift balcony assumed…
Category: Ideals
THROUGH THE VEIL AND HOW NOT TO BE A PRICKLY PEAR
Two of our beautiful nieces are getting married. When our holiday bride was small she silently and tearfully retied her laces ten dozens of ways until she believed they were perfect. Our spring bride was pure play and sunshine or storm clouds. My wish for them is that they will…
To the junk boys, with love
Moving is oh, so hard. I have just spent a year editing furniture, art and accessories. In the first 30 minutes of our well planned and, to my way of thinking, organized move, our familiar mover Dax (familiar because he has helped us over the year of editing) told J.…
What’s your weather?
I love nature. Dew on roses in early morning. Vast fields of sunflowers raising their heads. The chorus of cicadas in summer. Rhythmic winds that sound like ocean waves. They’re harmony. But wind also destroys and water rushes in and rises. Fire and ice. J. will sometimes ask me, based…
Not so keen on getting out of my pajamas to do the highest thing
In the middle of another organizing project, I found notes from a few years ago when I was captivated by the idea of summum bonum, a Latin expression introduced by the Roman philosopher Cicero that means the highest good. I thought it would be amazing to write a memoir of…
People, perennials and the matter of interest
I loved spring in my garden beds. It brought a little more fullness to the boxwood we were pruning in the Japanese cloud style. Blue delphinium, blue cranesbill geranium, pink clematis, pink and creamy English roses came into play all at the same time under the snowy watch of blooming…