Browsing the archives for the journey tag
Today a dear friend told me, with some trepidation, that sometimes my writing is a little, well, restrained. I know this. I even know that often when I feel most passionately about a subject, my inner editor is most active, cautioning against being too loud, too strong, too strident, too vulnerable, too much, too [fill in [...]
Once upon a time, there was a ten-year-old girl who lived in a house at the end of a long dirt road, and didn’t worry about things like her purpose. She wrote stories, sat at her grandfather’s executive desk on Saturday mornings, held her brush-as-microphone while imagining being interviewed by Phil Donahue, and chose for [...]
irresistible, irrefutable pause, space, bridge between inhale and exhale the tide’s coming in and going out salt and fresh water this life and the next night and morning one year’s ending and the next’s beginning plan and implementation action and fruition you and me
“It is necessary–and toward this our development will move gradually–that nothing strange should befall us, but only that which has long belonged to us. We have already had to rethink so many of our concepts of motion, we will also gradually learn to realize that that which we call destiny goes forth from within people, [...]
What does my mother wish for today, her 70th birthday? She won’t say. :: I wish everything for her.
Plenty of people (way hipper than I) have been taking digital Sabbaths for a while. Apparently, I am behind in the burnout and behind in the cure. But I’m here now. Last weekend, Mr. Z and I stayed in on New Year’s Eve, marking the end of 2011 by bringing our respective lists of resolutions [...]
I basted my fabric to the apron Jeanne gave me for Christmas, and now it’s time to learn some stitches. When I was a child, my grandmother taught me the “chain” stitch, but I certainly didn’t remember how to actually make one. YouTube to the rescue. And so the chain continues: Jeanne, Anne, me, a [...]
It’s finally winter in Miami–which means morning temperatures in the sixties–so I was wearing this scarf on Thursday when I read Bridget’s invitation to choose a color for 2012. I’ve already chosen my word for 2012–tell–and I’ll write more about that tomorrow. Via Bridget’s process for intuiting a color, I arrived at “fuchsia.” Part of [...]
I used to be a resolute resolver. When I realized that part of what drove all that promising-to-change was my deep belief that I should always be pushing, always striving to be better, always trying to earn the love of God and (a) man, I resolved to stopped resolving altogether. A year ago there were [...]
