Saturday, October 21, 2017

tiwhll #2

this is wilma,
trying to catch cluster flies
flitting about the bathroom window.
she is filled with hope
and she persists.

i've been at a loss for words these days.
perhaps you have been too.

i listened to this episode of on being on tuesday
and i will listen to it again this weekend.

and this instagram post
is a gem, too.

i love that sometimes other folks find beautiful
and comforting words when we are struggling to find
our own voices.

there is hope in that,
don't you think?


Sunday, October 8, 2017

tiwhll #1

676.9 miles
38 hours.
to brooklyn and back.

sitting in a cafe
with a small group of friends and family,
showering gretta and ben with love and hope.

on a bench,
side by side with my youngest child,
with my hand on her full belly,
the warmth of
my first granchild
right there, under my palm.

if that is not hope
i do not know what is.

tiwhll...This Is What Hope Looks autumn series with occasional posts, starting today.
(photo shared with permission of  auntie-in-waiting hannah)

Tuesday, October 3, 2017


Each morning provides a fresh start...
a chance to notice and celebrate all that is
beautiful and good in the world.

Let's choose hope today.

Let's persist and work for positive change
wherever we can.

Are you with me , friends?

Monday, October 2, 2017


In a world under siege
we can find sanctuary in the breath.
Deep inhale, relax shoulders, deep exhale.
Then love and hope and persist
with all our might.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

the way

a fabulous drop in temperature.
a flower jug from a dear friend.
pick-your-own-flowers from our csa.

very often it's the littlest things in life that can
open the way to relief and restoration.



Friday, September 22, 2017

september 22, 2017

i'm grabbing a word for autumn 2017.



Wednesday, September 20, 2017

seeking perspective, a story about beets

We've planted gardens on this land for nine years now. Many of those years we were part-timers, coming up to our "bit of earth" when we could manage it. Ever since we became full-time Vermonters we've loved being here for the whole growing season...from planting to harvest. We've never had trouble with deer. 

Well, this summer our luck has changed. Several times we have found the beds overrun with hoof marks. In early August the deer trampled and chewed on my precious indigo crop. I nearly cried when I discovered the damage. But, indigo is resilient and much of it has grown back.

Rows of chard, beets and lettuce were chewed to the ground. Batman, fueled by his optimistic attitude planted new rows and crossed his fingers for a late fall harvest. This morning, I went out to water (it is dry here) and noticed that every beet green had been trimmed off and many of the globes had been pulled from the dirt. 

So, I gathered them up and rinsed them and left them in a bowl on the counter. I went off to do other things to distract myself from the frustration.

I know those sweet fawns we see out in the meadow in the early summer grow up to be hungry deer. I just hoped they'd find what they needed out in the acres and acres of field and woods that spread out all around them. 

Now we will need to consider ways to protect next summer's gardens.

Later today I'll cook up those little beets and put them in a jar to marinate. They will find their way into salads and bowls of grain. 

And I will reluctantly send a tiny bit of gratitude to those lovely long legged neighbors for trimming the beet greens for me, releasing my frustration into the ether. There is just too, too much going on in the world right now to hang on to negativity.