I sit by the window this morning with a fuzzy fleece blanket over my lap, a cat snuggled against my legs, and a warm cup of coffee in the sill. I can feel cold radiate from the window glass. The sky is a dusky pink as the sun rises, and the naked branches of deciduous … Continue reading In its emptiness, the morning is full
It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, and the world outside the open windows is black as ink. I’ve run three times this week, with my first steps beginning later with each run. I don’t want to come across a skunk in the dark. I started a garden journal last winter to help me draw my … Continue reading Off the cuff
One of the biggest challenges of transitioning from stay-at-home mom to full-time-working-mom has been carving out time for errands, time for exercise, and the element I yearn for most: time for creativity. Which, for me, means quiet time. Alone. I decided to experiment this week by scheduling a work day on Saturday and taking a … Continue reading Alone in the cemetery
Butterfly Mind 