a slice of morning

soft and slow morning

wrapped in the loose weave of cicadas' buzzing

the light's long fingers reaching in to draw us out

rolling down the road to where the wildflowers

are shot through with streamers of sunlight

greeting our neighbor the billy goat

more coffee, iced this time

the slope down to the first nap

how we greet another day

52/365+1

poetry and green tea on the back porch. that's what I really needed, but inexplicably I itched to go clear trash out of the car.

51/365+1

In the end I was glad we were at the late show because we had such good seats. But the next day I have to admit I'm too old for rock n'roll.

Valentine's day

“Attention is the most basic form of love. Through it, we bless and are blessed.”

-John Tarrant Roshi, Zen priest and poet

Peanuts valentines for my son's little friends at daycare. Heart-shaped box of chocolates for our housebound aunt. Handmade valentines, listing all the reasons why I love them, for my husband and mother. Asparagus risotto an chocolate crinkle cookies for dinner. Pink roses, concert tickets. Warm springlike sunshine. So much love given and received today. So much.

12 september

I had been wanting to make it for months. It was so freaking good.