January 19, 2023
Charles Dickens sent me a letter recently. Not directly or personally, of course. He’s been gone longer than I’ve been alive. Yet I marvel at how his words have crossed centuries. Some just ended up in my house, nearly two hundred years after he published them in 1838 and 1839.
I’ll never truly trace how Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby ended up in my hands. It’s an edition published… READ MORE
December 23, 2022
Before a freezing dawn on winter’s leading edge, four of us rise in the dark to celebrate. It’s a beloved friend’s birthday, and she’s invited us to gather for a sunrise hike up her favorite butte. I live within different forests, so I must first travel through icy black to meet the others. Yet I rise easily and joyfully. My ease is a clear reflection of caring, for friends and for the day.
First light… READ MORE
November 26, 2022
I stand in awe of the flexibility of leaves. They unfurl their tender green without the rigid encumbrance of bones. Yet from the outset, they have the strength to dance in wind, to carry rain, to live in vulnerability and openness beyond fear. They’re flexible in color too, as they shift their bright hues through the course of seasons. They offer no resistance to the changes—even in letting go, when each does a dance as… READ MORE