Sometime Around March 18,2025 Two red wing blackbirds settled on twigs as I walked back towards the turn towards home. It’s good to see them again, to see them eyeing…
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With the warnings about not rebelling like the children of Isreal at Meribah and Massah repeating in the Daily Office, I was caught by the following, words that caught me…
Monday, March 3, 2025 I stop at the neighbors’ mailbox. It marks a half mile where I turn to walk home. I’m not greedy about making more steps than a…
Notes from the Bitter Week I walk the dogs out into cold so frigid my face burns. My fingers burn if I didn’t curl them around to the handwarmers in…
I look to The Tree, an oak, multiple times a day. She draws my eyes to herself when I walk out to do chores or circle the dogs behind the…
When I turn back to walk towards home, I walk past our neighbor’s neat white house and red barns. A breeze combs through yard pines. The small cattle pen behind…
I plug my earbuds in and grab the vacuum that I’ve left upstairs because cleaning and dusting there is like cleaning a different house. We live mostly downstairs and come…
I walked out just as the sun broke the horizon. I don’t seek this liminal moment. I don’t hope for extra enchantment. I take my time strapping up the dogs…
When I turned the corner of our house, two eyes flashed in my light. Our feral cat, Tiger ran ahead and sat. Why didn’t he bolt for the barn? He…
Seems like fear has settled over us like a fine, poisoned drizzle. The news, social media, talk shows are like crop dusters spraying ways for us to be afraid and…