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Taking a Long Break
I’m taking a break from blogging. It would seem a great time to write and post new photographs since we are all spending more time at home, however, in the past month I’ve written countless posts in my head; none of which have made it to this space. I supposes it’s not surprising that at a time of worry and stress, the ability to think about small, daily observations shrink. And yet, I’m acutely aware of the fact that now would be a wonderful opportunity to concentrate on those observations with an openness of mind and spirit that allows for intense gratitude and fortitude. For me personally, I’m leaning towards stillness and maybe even some silence. I wish for you to be healthy, to stay safe in these strange and challenging times, farewell for now.
Excerpt
When I come across a long lost book, for example I flip to random pages and see if they have anything to tell me.
from Keep Going by Austin Kleon, 2019
Crows in the Snow
in the blue light of dawn, the snow fell silently on branches,
the crows called to one another
and to me–
after watching them from the window with warm coffee in my hands and hopefulness in my heart,
the pup and i joined their play, like restless children after a long sickness, the cold and the drifting snow saturating us with reckless abandon
A letter to January
Dear January,
You are long and bleak, you are monochromatic and suffocating.
You curl around yourself like a sleek grey cat, turned inward, oblivious and self-assured, unfazed by your chilling effect. I want to like you, to embrace you to see the good in your wintry silence, but your indifference haunts me and I am left counting the days until spring.
a garland of thoughts
she writes pages and pages of words–
long convoluted sentences
pared down to a small handful of rounded letters,
strung together and
waiving in the wind
New Year
the new year can bring a feeling of starting over,
another chance to get things right
Heart
there is a piece of my heart
that always and forever
leads me right back to
you
The Lonely
for the lonely,
the past haunts with a vengence
Lately
kicking leaves on walks
berry pies
Gene Autry
this book: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty
young bucks eating pumpkins
gathering greens from the fields
a healing pup
balsam candles
