These days are a strange brew of uncertainty and predictability. And the discomfort of uncertainty somehow settling into a familiar rhythm. I suppose we’ll emerge different somehow, but mostly I think we’ll learn to accept that the control we thought we had was an illusion all along. And that perhaps we might stop trying to will the fragile to be unbreakable and instead appreciate its delicate beauty.
It’s April. What Alan calls “shoulder season”. That time of year when it’s no longer the depths of winter, but not quite warm yet, either.
It’s a time to remain vigilant. The fire must be kept burning and a winter coat must stay near. The morning may surprise you with a crisp layer of frost or awaken you with a warm breeze.[Read more…] about Shoulder Season
This post is dedicated to my dad, who taught me the art of a running joke. Because if there’s anything better than a good bad joke, it’s hearing the same joke again. (And… again.)[Read more…] about Running Joke Wednesday
The artwork mailed from a friend.
The thank you card.
I got to see my daughter today
from a safe distance.[Read more…] about Distance
I’ve decided that since it was so funny (to me) last time, I’m going to do this again. In fact, I’m going to do it every week until the end of social isolation.
Which I’m told is May 1st.[Read more…] about Today Is Wednesday (Again)
I’ve been moving a lot of firewood lately. Getting out of my mind and into my body. Forcing myself to stop and think. Or perhaps not stop and not think. My work day hours are filled with frenetic multitasking. Finishing a commission. Filling an order. Helping family and friends. Not thinking about the things that are hard to think about.continue Reading