It’s the start of the day, still a few more hours until noon meandering along a whole lot of red tide carnage with scratchy throats and sporadic coughing and somehow there aren’t many other patches of earth I’d rather be. … Continue reading
What’s an esplanade without an impermeable canopy of densely verdant heart-shaped leaves intermixed with cupped-shaped flowers? Now if you’re checked out and on autopilot you may miss what’s in plain sight above your brow. But if fully awake, present and driving … Continue reading
I’ve been scraping a whole lot of wind lately with this gua sha stone. Gua sha literal meaning is scraping sha bruises; to catch the wind, or catch a cold or fever is to scrape wind. I use this tool … Continue reading
Someone hit the jackpot today. Kumquat kombucha and a dreamland of snow that didn’t melt away. It’s the first she has seen that’s more than a dusting and lived to tell the next day. A pristine, crisp new landscape to … Continue reading
This string of jolly letters once strung, helps me feel settled during this interlude. Despite the E and R (and perhaps the C next) that are hanging by a thread and even though I am feeling as wonky as they … Continue reading
A moody palette that settles as nightfall deepens. I prefer a nest with a cozy semi-light vibe over one aglow with fluorescent lighting. This evening we finished off an early dinner, flicked off the switch, and presto a once lambent … Continue reading
it’s scarce up north. Sunsets beneath a down-covered duvet of clouds are more prominent these days. There’s a bit of sunlight left as I strolled (others sprinted) along this pond, that can barely recall summer. Star struck by this infrequent … Continue reading
when rain falls hard on empty streets but it’s satisfactory because the florists are all closed and there are no more parties to go. In times like these, baby bear is thrown into relief by choosing the same terry cloth … Continue reading
what could have been. What could have a mustached twenty-one-year-old with an easy twinkle in his eyes, gone on to be. Lately my thoughts have plunged deep into my childhood memories. These kinds of recent ruminations with vivid recollections of … Continue reading
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
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