Cold As Stone

Cold As Stone

Allow me to take you on an exploration in breath. Deep within before another turning of the season, another nudge to look inside our nest and all the things we call our own, to see, to feel, to assess what … Continue reading

Chilled, Not Stirred

Chilled, Not Stirred

What’s in the fridge series? Is it a series if this is merely the second post? You gotta start with one, two has arrived with this square even if the first didn’t mention a sequel and soon enough there may … Continue reading

Good Tidings

Good Tidings

Awaken the spirit and see a universe beautifully organized. Maybe that’s why I feel more like myself in a tidy nest. Long live the spirit.

Breathing Room

Breathing Room

I’ve been doing a lot of edits in the nest, removing things that don’t serve you makes more room for things that do. Not an easy undertaking when you have many members of the domicile coming in and out with … Continue reading

Still Searching

Around this time of year by way of its crisp and frosty air, carrying with it hints of citrusy aromatic Douglas fir and the woodsy vapors of rosemary on melting fat of a leg of lamb, I don’t feel like … Continue reading

Little Yellow Luggy

Lately I have been giving much thought to the maligned mystery of the deficient acts of stewardship in our nest. Despite my endeavors in reminding all bears to step into their duties of a steward and curate their belongings, my … Continue reading

Abandoned

And so crumpled mornings eventually spiral into stray afternoons. I find myself deep into my latest project, seduced by the temptation to think the worst of people lately, I start to scrub the surface layered with almost fifty years of … Continue reading

Right By My Side

Right By My Side

I spend a lot of time in my kitchen. A LOT. Prepping and creating three times a day is important to me, it’s important for all my bears even if they don’t appreciate it now, that they are nutritiously fed … Continue reading

The Home Within Us

With the spirit of giving still lingering in the air and a year-to-date in this nest, I still awake to catch my breath every morning in praise of our abiding nest—last year’s Christmas present and even more cherishable each day.With … Continue reading

Welcome to My Crib

Baby girl’s eyes are too big for her face and the world and I can’t wait for sleep to find her to kiss those shut black and long lashed eyelids. Every single night I pray and every single night I … Continue reading