Monthly Archive: February 2016

There’s thirteen of them, and all risers painted, treads refinished, and trimmed out. Stringers painted too. No railing yet, it’s at the controversial sandblaster’s. I find the double angles of these photos interesting to...

Milestones today: a guest stayed in the guest room, pronounced it good, and all the furniture upstairs is back where it belongs (for now). Bees flew home with orange pollen on their legs –...

I have never spent so much time in a hallway. An exercise in patience – all that trim to be painted, then cut, then nailed. Nail holes to be filled, then sanded, then paint...

Failed magic? or successful? either way, I’m feeling silly resisting the nostalgia. Once upon a time I filled a tabletop chest of drawers with love charms, made a gift of it. It held energetic...

On my way to work I take a side road to avoid a troublesome intersection over a slight rise I can see a distant city – today so well highlighted with a yellow backdrop...

thinking about courage lately the courage to keep going push ahead through what are the prerequisites for courage not detachment not idealism not faith a kind of blind step by step stubbornness a refusal...

Writing Down the Bones 30th anniversary Natalie Goldberg’s book meant so much to me back then – it broke open writing but the urge toward the conventional self is surprisingly resilient. Still looking for...