Evening walk
These Alaska years have taught me so many ways to think about light.
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Sweet love and warm light
Tonight my 17 beats are best spent on this dog by the fire.
Marking time
I’ve learned to trace seasons by the quality and quantity of light.
17 Beats Project
My life goes on in endless songAbove earth’s lamentations,I hear the real, though far-off hymnThat hails a new creation…… Through all the tumult and the strifeI hear its music ringing,It sounds an echo in my soul.How can I keep from singing? […….] It’s February 10 and I’ve written an American Sentence every single day this …
Love that dog
For days I lament the loss of my long view…..this backyard and snow dog.
Killers of the Flower Moon – David Grann
…(in) the words God spoke to Cain after he killed Abel: “The blood cries out from the ground.” So glad I read this terrible story.
Crossing the finish line
Five years makes 20 issues, plus a whole lot of stories in between.
Thinking about ways we cope…..
Sometimes I wonder if Ginger can imagine her life without snow.
For good reason
Even after six years moose encounters still startle and impress me. See Also : Just Like Anyplace Else Except…..
Little wonders anywhere
Stubby little pencil hanging in the church pew holds a smile for you.
Building A Life One American Sentence At A Time
I managed to post 17 syllables to this space every. single. January day. And when I came to the end, I wondered what would happen on February 1? February 1, I posted 17 more. The concept of an American Sentence is rather obscure and though I learned about it in the context of a poetry …
Saturday Afternoon Sidewalk Skate
Their distant parking spot did not keep them from skating to the party. 😂
The way through
A deep breath….a pause and a clearing, the choice to be right here right now.
These mountains, they call me…..
Take time to look up from the place where you stand, look out, beyond, and breathe.
January nights
I watch the evening fire burn and mark this, another day is done.
The Red Badge of Courage – Stephen Crane
So it came to pass that as he trudged from the place of blood and wrath his soul changed. See also this short story by Crane that was published in a magazine a year after The Red Badge of Courage was published (1895/96). The Veteran lets us see the boy Henry, now an old man, …
Things we talked about in the pediatrician’s office today…..
When life upends us in sudden, unexpected ways, how shall we live?
January shift
Winter colors are fading now in the fast growing light of the day. See Also: Joyfully Living In Maximum Slope >> A glimpse into my first time around on the dramatic run toward the light after deep winter dark And speaking of that deep winter dark: Light that Shines in Darkness.
Comfort: A Journey Through Grief – Ann Hood
Grief doesn’t have a plot. It isn’t smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end. I read through this slim volume in an afternoon, which is a rare example of reading focus for me, but – beautifully written – this is the sort of exploration of grief that captivates me>>The grief of a mother …
Things that are saving my life right now….
When the way is dark, cold, and slickery, spikes in my soles for the win.
A soft cozy gift for the pup….
Finally! A bed I deserve, she says as she snuggles into the night.
Our Souls At Night – Kent Haruf
I’m talking about getting through the night. And lying warm in bed, companionably. Lying down in bed together and you staying the night. The nights are the worst. Don’t you think?