True North

Not so long ago, I wrote about community, about gathering together to shine a little light. Like families, some communities exist because of proximity, or a specific current urgency (an election, for example), or because of existing relationships, or because you fall in and they love you and keep you and why would you want… Continue reading True North

One for the pocket

Snow day. Or ice day. The sky was raining frozen pellets at 6 this morning and school called to say stay home. This is H's last semester of high school. This time next year she'll be watching snow fall outside her college dorm window and deciding for herself if it's safe to hike across campus… Continue reading One for the pocket

What’s Going On

So I'm sitting here on a snowy afternoon at the end of December and I have to say I'm not sure what day it is. I think it's Thursday?   Between holidays, storms, and school vacation days, it's all become a blur of candlelight, chocolate gelt, wrapping paper, cellophane bags of sweet things I shouldn't… Continue reading What’s Going On

Winter solstice resolutions

Resolved: to forego a proper solstice sunrise photo and substitute instead a photo of favorite birch trees. They are as beautiful as any old sun, and throw off their glow all year round. What's not in the picture is the dog, who is a boat in my gaze's current, floating directly in line with wherever… Continue reading Winter solstice resolutions

A long calling down the wind

The other day the phrase "time and the flying snow" drifted from the sky onto my computer keyboard as if released from the clouds. But it didn't come from the atmosphere. It was released from my memory. Long memory. The phrase is the title of a book of songs, sheet music by Gordon Bok, a… Continue reading A long calling down the wind

Time and the flying snow*

The time of snow has come. This is now a waiting time. All my effort every day is going into the waiting. Or the holding still in the waiting. Or the being busy in the waiting. Or the restless flicking of fingers or searching the white white white for that one red-splash cardinal. Or the… Continue reading Time and the flying snow*