“I found in one of my rambles up the hills a real hermit, living in a lonesome spot, hard to get at, rocky, the view fine, with a little patch of land two rods square. A man of youngish, middle age, city born and raised, had been to school, had traveled in Europe and California…. [Read More]
the colors of my world (this week)
Like a woman who goes to her lover’s room when he is not there, I go to the woods. Like a woman laying her hand on each of his possessions and loving him all the more, I walk in the trees and touch– pine cone, leaf, feather, husk. Always a longing to catch sight of… [Read More]
in a thousand worlds
salut ma biche, It’s taking some doing to settle into this blogging thing again though it is happening. I can see the pieces dropping into place and I have the faith– but still, wow, last week was busy and today is Tuesday so I am guessing the weekend was really full, too. Hmm, on reflection,… [Read More]
this moment, here
Dear Suz, This letter will be in two parts because I am headed to the Berkshires today for a wedding and I need to get Ollie out for a big walk before I go. But, I wanted to write now, from here, in this moment because it is luscious. And that, for me, is why… [Read More]
I’m on my way
Well I’m on my way I don’t know where I’m going I’m on my way I’m taking my time But I don’t know where -Paul Simon Actually, it’s a bit better than that. I’m not lost. I do know my destination it’s just that as I set off on this next stage of the journey… [Read More]