Compost, joy and gumption…..

My heart hurts. Bad. And I don’t want to run from the pain or hide out in false places, but I’m not going to sink down into the ache and go dull to the salt and sizzle of living,  either, so I’m hurling clods scraped raw from the clay that I am like bottle rockets exploding thanks,   setting fire to the night,…

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Learning to love the lion of things…..

I will be grateful for the fires of winter burning into the deep,  hard,  steely cold, for the crackling sounds of earth giving up her strength until ashes and coal re-heated the heart and bones of me and my soul sings thanks over old,  dirty snow, over the slick of ice that skidded and slowed what wanted to go faster, wanted to outrun…

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The swooning season….

Hello November, you great big beautiful blustery season of harvest and homefires and holiday. I love your generous,  engaging way and your early lamplit evenings, the deeper sleeps beneath the blankets and your uncanny gift for drawing chairs up closer around the table. I love what you do to my heart, stoking gratitude burning bright and…

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anyway and everything….

It’s groaning with gratitude,  my anyway jar, filling up with goodness glinting like unpolished gold in these hardscrabble times and my heart grins brighter with each plunk of plenty and I remember laughing how I thought I’d fill one quicker with “stuff that sucks” and I think that maybe,  in time,  I’d have had to…

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Like someplace made of sky…..

August rolling in under stormy skies and my heart pounding hard on the keys, singing songs I’ve never heard before while strong winds blowing in some cool change and I need to pull thanks around me snug to keep out the chill because I’m unnerved and gratitude has the potent power to steady where we tremble. I…

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