“I must have flowers, always, and always.” – Claude Monet
There’s something beautifully haunting in the way that flowers elegantly submit as they fade and wilt. We should all be so graceful.
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Dancing Among the Flowers
“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.” – Susan Polis Schutz Finding my muse in petals and warmth and those who share their sunshine. And here I am, dancing among the flowers . . .
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For the Love of Big Blue
The story of the earth is written on every curve of the ocean. … Continue Reading
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The Grace of a Place
India. For as much as I thought I was prepared for the cacophony and crowds, I was overwhelmed. So many people, so much noise, just so . . . much. I understand the meaning behind driving with horns is to tell other drivers what your intention is, but when everyone is honking, how the hell… Continue Reading
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And I Love Her
A snapshot of a snapshot, blurred like the memory that takes me back to everything within that 1/100 of a second. The temperature outside. The discussion we had before this picture was taken. The sound of her voice. The smell of her perfume. The feel of her hand on my arm. How much I now… Continue Reading
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Nine.
It’s fall again, the comfort of the season all around me like thoughts of you. I write letters to you in my head, mostly in the middle of the night when my brain refuses to give in to the pressures of sleep, because that hasn’t changed. I think of all the things unsaid, left hanging… Continue Reading
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Remembering Michael
A piece of my heart died tonight when I found out Michael Higdon had died. Like all news of that sort, I felt like I’d been punched square in the chest. He was immortal in my mind. Despite emphysema, despite that he was 71 years old, Michael would always be the man whose laughter permeates… Continue Reading
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The Ache of Elsewhere
To my beloved October: Even after all we’ve been through—especially after all we’ve been through—I eagerly await your return every year. You’ve often delivered painful news + one particular life-changing, gut-punch loss, but inevitably, you never fail to bring me such joy. And because of that, I am endlessly fascinated by you. Thank you for being here. As I ache. As… Continue Reading
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And Just Like That, It Was June
“There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth . . . not going all the way, and not starting.” – Buddha May and June passed each other at midnight. “Welcome back,” whispered May, kissing June on the cheek before disappearing into the darkness. “So many lovely miles to go,” sighed June,… Continue Reading
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The Jeweler
“Creating art allows us to express our deepest feelings and ideas without having to put a name to them.” – Robert Dalton My eyes darted around when I walked in; I had no idea which way to look first. There was stuff everywhere in the tiny space. Glass cases to my left, paintings and sculptures… Continue Reading
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The Promise of a New May
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ―Rainer Maria Rilke “Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.” ― John Muir “What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.” ― Kobayashi Issa “As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as… Continue Reading
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