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waiting...in layers

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Last week I was waiting in my neurologist’s office where I have waited so many times these almost two years since my concussion.
I love waiting there. I feel seen. Understood. Heard. I would sit in the office happily for hours. Dr. Emil Matarese is a healer of the highest degree.
I thought I was losing my mind back in January... Read more →


ask...my word for 2021

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ask...my word for 2021

My word for 2021 is "ask"...

It has been whispering to me as all my words of the year have in the past; ever so softly and showing up in all kinds of places.

"ASK" as in asking for what I need.  

"ASKING" hard things of myself.

"ASKING" the universe properly.

“ASKING" others to respect my opinions as I ... Read more →


my backyard teachers

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my backyard teachers

Green beans are one of my quietest teachers.

Pretty much every year for the past ten years, I have grown them. The simple act of picking them reminds me just because I cannot see them doesn’t mean they aren't there.


I can pick the green beans, leave with a handful, go back out in a few minutes, and find more.

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beauty hunting in a pandemic

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beauty hunting in a pandemic

Whatever you look for, you will find. This I know for sure.

And I have been on a beauty hunt these past five surreal months.


I watch the creativity of our new normal unfold.

Birthdays seem more precious as we celebrate them from afar.

Cookies left on doorsteps.

Post-... Read more →


the middle space

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Hey loves...picking up over here with a blog post I wrote mid summer 2019 but did not publish it.

Funny how it applies to right now, our life in a pandemic.  At the time, Mike and I were staying in my little studio, working on our 1860's row home.  I was in the middle of recovering from a concussion. 

What stays with me as I re-read this is that I was aware, that as crazy as it all seemed, these would be sweet times looking back on it.  There was a lovely simplicity with living with so much less. We ... Read more →