Confessional

hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple …

I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately.

Harried.

Fractured.

Busy.

(Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.)

But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now. 

I disappeared into a hole in the trees — freckled dark shade and lush underbrush.  I felt alive and at peace, and when I came out, I walked home and rustled through the bookshelves until I found this little gem by Mr. Cummings (or cummings, if you like) … 

It’s a poem, but today I’m saying it like a prayer… For me and for you:

e.e. cummings

May we stay hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple, always. ❤  

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Wordless Wednesday

Say nothing …

Today.

Home.

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I spent the weekend in a little cabin in the woods.  There was firelight.  There were books.  There was wine and good food, and better company.  

I walked in a woods dusted with snowflakes, over a carpet of furry wet ferns.

I rested.

And I come away from that time with a renewed respect for silence — for sitting still and making space for the magic.

In response to that, I’ll be implementing a new feature here on the blog:  Wordless Wednesdays.  If you’re a reader who’s new to WordPress, please know that I’m not the first to come up with the idea; in fact, there are many great bloggers sharing beautiful images, sans explanation, at the midpoint of every week.  But the photos I post here will be (as always) my own.  

I’ll try to share shots that strike me as provocative, but which I can’t yet pin down into language (and maybe I don’t want to).  If you’d like to respond to them or build on them in some way, feel free to do so in the comments section.  Or don’t…

cabin7  

Either way, I hope you find space to take a breath and drink in some wonder. ❤

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Off the grid …

For the next four days, I’ll be cozied up in a quiet cabin with T and a few special friends.

While it may be a little quiet around here for the time being, know that I’ll be scribbling, shooting and contemplating, with hopefully lots of joyful moments to share on the other side.

   
Happy weekend, friends! Wishing you warmth and peace today. ❤

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The Body Electric

The Body Electric: Day Six

I’ve always been a woman with nervous hands.  

The rest of my body is still and graceful by nature — balletic, after all these years.  But I wear my tension in my hands, which are always folding and unfolding, pulling and smoothing and clenching and unclenching, as if engaged in an eternal game of Cat’s Cradle.  If my hands are still, then you know — you really know — I’m at peace.

Today, though, I decide to still my hands by design…  To open my clenched fingers and let the anxieties of the day go:  

hands

I think the stillness looks beautiful. ❤

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Everyday Wonder

Rest

Halfway down the trail on the Murray Run Greenway, smack in the middle of the woods, there’s a single park bench.  As far as I know, it’s the only bench located in these woods, and I’ve done a lot of thinking and dreaming there since we first moved to the Star City three years ago.

I’ve prayed there.

Wept there.

Snapped pictures.

Scribbled poetry.

Made peace.

But today, I brought my little dog with me, lay down flat against the slats…  and I did nothing.

I closed my eyes for a little while, my arm crooked around Sophie’s furry neck, and I let myself breathe in the scents of autumn.  Let the leaves flutter over me and land in little pools on the earth.

And somewhere along the line, I decided to snap a photograph:

bench

I’m sitting here looking at it now, seeing, in the furrowed plane of my forehead, the cares of the day … But also, I see those cares melting, little by little.

Today, I’m wishing you a little quiet corner of the universe where your soul can be at rest … whether it’s a park bench or a a favorite wing chair pushed up against the window.  A boat, an open trail, or a garden, soaking in the last of the warm light.

Wherever you are, friend …

Be
at rest
tonight …

 

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