an impossibly possible project

I’m driving with the windows down and my hair down and the late August light makes everything gold, gold, gold: the asphalt, the windshields of oncoming cars, the dozen college boys who run across the road in front of me, shirtless, their skin on fire in the setting sun, to run down the green median [...]

August 23::uncertain ordinary (and a list)

Hello there. I hardly know where to begin tonight. I’ve been playing tag with the delete key. Typing words, then flitting over with my pinky finger to delete them all, and again. It’s a peculiar choreography of indecision and exhaustion: the day was full of talking. Some days are like that, full with friends and [...]

August 15::The only way

This is what I will keep saying, even when things seem impossible, or impossibly hard, or just straight terrifying, or daunting, or uncertain. Over and over, yes. Two phrases in my head today (the second one makes me giggle): “There is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way.” ~ Wayne Dyer And also: “If [...]

August 14:: Country Fair

Still on the August Break and posting every day over at flickr. Yesterday we went to a country fair. Fun. Sun + sun, livestock, lemonade, maple cotton candy, ribs, tractor + truck pulls, pig races and rides. Sprout’s first carousel ride = total glee. An awesome day, except: my gimpy ankle and the long drive [...]

Interlude

Running last night, after a day that felt so very long, I tripped and sprained my ankle. Damn. It was shockingly swollen immediately, but our awesome neighbor who is a doctor said it wasn’t a particularly terrible sprain (thank god) and that it will take about 3 weeks to heal. Hi universe. How are you? [...]

August 10::Tuesday

I am permeable and split wide open like a summer melon overripe with the sweetness and sun and with all the things that are still unresolved. I am like a diver, on a cliff with a blindfold leaping on promise, daring to dare. I am girl caught in the morning light, caught by the beauty [...]

August 8:: The urgency of now

I find my way in the dark, fingers slipping across the smooth surface of the wall, across the lip of the door frame, the lights needed now at 8pm. The rain is falling outside. Along the road today the first red leaf with a hole in it’s heart; chicory and queen anne’s lace at the [...]

August 7::Saturday

All about friends. The best of friends. (Miss you Jess.) Long walks to fields dappled with light; clouds above, laughter, the kind of honesty that comes from knowing someone for more than a decade; good wine and pasta with fresh corn, and chard, basil and tomatoes from the garden; the promise of Sunday bacon and [...]