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:: interstitial time... ::
" Interstitial time : the gap between events, the spaces; the pauses: the stretches of everyday liminality that holds us gently as we wait." Hello friends, it's been awhile. How are you? I hope these light-filled langorous summer days are treating you well. Summer here in Idaho is hot. hot. hot. Thankfully, this is the norm, which is good...no surprises (the real surprise would be a 75 degree day with rain in July or August...that would be a wonderful surprise!!) Air conditio
12 hours ago


:: April days... ::
" There is really only one possible prayer: Give me to do everything I do in the day with a sense of the sacredness of life." {May Sarton: Journal of a Solitude} the blessedness of these April days... the world awakes in wonder. I love the gentleness of this month an intermingling of softness and vibrancy... early morning birdsong gardens beginning to bloom the peace of a spring rainfall. evening walks in my yard with my camera. noticing and appreciating these gifts nature be
May 5


:: March days... ::
" There was only spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind-rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful." {My Antonia} Here we are...the end of April nearing and I'm just now posting for March. Ahem. I'm not sure why it feels like a mental roadblock when I arrive here to post. Between all the various social media platforms out there, does
Apr 25


:: When I am silent... ::
" When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music." {Rumi}
Mar 15


:: February days... ::
" Peacefully fresh, O February morn, thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants through the silver-bosomed clouds... Now 'tis that pause before the leaping spring, when over all things waiting comes a hush... In haven and at anchor rides my heart, and broods upon its swelling joys apart." {Laurence Binyon} a gladsome joy fills my heart... grateful for the hush these wintry months gift my life. a slowing down, settling in... a pause that refreshes, restores, re-settles my so
Mar 9


:: January reading... ::
" I nest in language. I make my home in stories and let them hold me. Words become wings that enfolds me and hides me from the world. I feel safe among them." {Hannah Kent} A satisfying start to the new year. I've been on a reading binge (yes, more than usual) I've been loving all the time spent snuggled in the library, sipping my tea, comforted by the loving weight of a book in my hands. there is no greater satisfaction than this.
Feb 21
nestled in quietude
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