The water shifts, coming and going — a loss that takes something with it as it goes. The passage of time has not been kind, smoothing away the edges, erasing the very substance of the stone structure. Read More ›
Weeds are only pests because we decided we didn't want to see them. But who else runs to greet spring and clings on despite questionable conditions?
The wind has lost its edge, which feels like a gift of its own. Maybe I will be tolerant and accept this fellow eager greeter. Read More ›
Slowing down to see the details and to hear the quieter voices.
Something in the silence says, the winter will end as I promised it would. The smell of change is in the air, and as the earth softens there's a reminder that pleas don't go unheard. Fingers trail and feel the softness and the tender life. Read More ›
They run ahead to spread the news: Spring is coming. Soon other flowers will follow, looking decadent compared to the colourless landscape that held a firm grip not long ago. Is there anything more hopeful than their cheery faces when the trees still stand bare? Read More ›