As I sit here in Washington, D.C, the winter wind is howling, and cold branches are snapping against the window panes---this is a day to be indoors, and I’m happy to be here, swaddled in layers of clothing, with my fingers peeking out just far enough to type. This time of year is a good time to be inside and look inward. And while we have all read a thousand articles talking about the futility of … [Read more...] about Winter Ritual
Chrysalis
The other day, I was walking in the neighborhood with a very dear friend. We were mid-sentence when I stopped and said “chrysalis! Look!” My friend kindly overlooked my rude interruption. “Where?” “There—see?” Pointing to a small, brown object that was hanging by a slim thread from a tiny leafless tree, I showed it to him. It would have been easy to miss, this chrysalis---brown and twiggy, hard, … [Read more...] about Chrysalis
White Space
It is nearly Thanksgiving, and soon December will be here. The holidays are fully engaging most of us now, with busy-ness, crowded days and nights, a lot of too-much-ness. For some the holidays are dark—sad times peopled with a very few souls and many faded memories. For some the holidays are filled to over-stuffing with too much of everything---food, people, places, things. This is a time when … [Read more...] about White Space
Opening to Spring and New Patterns
At last. Spring is fully here. Flowers are unfurling with luscious, exuberant colors, the air is soft, and the sunshine is so welcome this year it makes us close our eyes in relief. And then, it begins to feel just, well, normal. It is the way things should be and I don't really have to think about whether the tulips are going to bloom, now that the daffodils are up. They just will. I was … [Read more...] about Opening to Spring and New Patterns
Gifts of the Blizzard
What an amazing week it has been here in D.C. The city has been crippled by record snows---more snow than ever in recorded history. Someone told me that this year, we had so far received more snow than Anchorage, Alaska. The blizzard caused a beauty and a sense of the surreal. I was, over the weekend, snowed in at a dear friend's without power, light, water, cooking---miles into a hilly, forest … [Read more...] about Gifts of the Blizzard
