Finding peace is work. It takes effort--every single day--to keep pushing back the fear and worry that refuse to loose their grip on me since my solo mid-century reboot last August. And then there are beautiful moments of amnesty. Vermont has been good to me mainly; for the time being I come home to 180 … Continue reading Quiet November Saturday: A Photo Essay
Transitions
Sunshine on a Cloudy Day, and All That. (Beauty herein.)
Promised rain and chilly temperatures came to my corner of New England today, and so I did the only reasonable thing under the circumstances. The season's first pot of chili now sits on my stove. My little loft has been filled variously with the earthy aroma of boiling Mung and Azuki beans (gifts from Handsome … Continue reading Sunshine on a Cloudy Day, and All That. (Beauty herein.)
The Final Straw
I wish I could enjoy with wild abandon the New England beauty around me, particularly now, during these dry, sunny fall days—these are good hair days through and through. But I can’t when I am preoccupied with Stressful Things because I am hard wired that way, dammit. A confessed linear thinker, I can be faulted … Continue reading The Final Straw
Little Tests, Big Tests
The last time I raced I injured myself badly. Waiting at the starting line I felt growing irritation for a pack of college kids who had clearly decided to run that day as an afterthought; I gathered from their jawing that they were not runners, and also that they had been at a kegger 'til … Continue reading Little Tests, Big Tests
Home again.
Just off the highway that leads home I run the gauntlet between these beauties every day in my car. They swish back and forth and make a satisfying thwack-thwack-thwack in protest as I drive through them, often leaving delicate yellow petals on my car windshield and hood. If I pause on the tiny wooden bridge … Continue reading Home again.
A Very Good Day
Today began badly. Clarence-the-Canine and I struck out for an early morning run that was supposed to be perfect, crisp, and beautiful. What happened instead is that I continued to ignore the gathering tightness I have sensed in my right calf and Achilles during our last two or three runs, hoping it would work itself … Continue reading A Very Good Day
Held Up By Giants And Fluff
With my apologies to Ms. Bronte. I am getting ready to move to a new place. Again. This explains my long silence in the blogosphere, together with my new job at this interesting small business startup. (I have not left the ballet world, gentle reader; I have taken on additional employment because circumstances demand it.) … Continue reading Held Up By Giants And Fluff
Sycamore Stories 