I am drawn to books that address the aspects of my life that are out of balance. And my balance of busy with stillness is terribly askew.
Smirk is one of my favorite words. It gets at the quirk of a sensation that holds conflicting emotions in the same space with a modicum of joy.
That is one of the not so great things about our technology. We’ve divorced ourselves from the pattern of light where we wake and sleep with the sun. And we are a species of light. We are solar powered, so these long moments of dark are times when our biology rebels against the need to keep working all night with the lights one.
The truth is that there’s a little bolthole in winter break that doesn’t let me accomplish but rather renew . . .
A new decade calls for reflection on who I am now and who I want to be going forward. So many of my 2019 intentions are coming with me into the roaring 20s: be kind to myself, nurture my kid into a solid human, and live always in love.
1. Just after rain against a washed-clean sky, a cloud mountain bloomed luminescent behind the Point. It feels exactly like …
We’ve all seen them: the little stickers people put on their cars that represent them, sometimes a significant other, and some sort of offspring of the child or pet variety or even both.