Monday, April 28, 2014


The nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.

- L. M. Montgomery

Friday, April 25, 2014


Walking through the woods in early spring, you can better notice singular details.

Things aren't yet overgrown.

There's a bare beauty that happens right before the greening.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Ever follow that which is good

Days of running through clover fields are fast approaching.

Days of pansies growing in the middle of the lawn.

Wild honey days, alfalfa days.

Days that take your hand and trail off. 

Sunday, April 13, 2014


Such a beautiful book. The kind you're meant to spread out across the table, the floor. All the pages open and speaking in togetherness. 

I'm not concerned about bent edges or sweeping debris. Books should be able to handle a journey.

Especially one such as this, with its accordion design that invites touch; the rich collaboration between artists and forms, between listening and answering, between voices that carry and layer like love. 

"Correspondences: A Poem and Portraits"
Written by Anne Michaels
Illustrated by Bernice Eisenstein

Friday, April 11, 2014

Wishing jar

Last September I picked a dandelion from the yard and stuck it in a jar. 

I've spent the past few months walking by its nodding stem, its seed head puckered for a kiss. 

The gentlest wind could've come knocking, but hasn't. 

Until now. Sometimes I think I only know what I'd wish for the moment one comes true. 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014