Spring’s Promise

It’s that time of year when we’re all antsy to get outside, change into t-shirts and shorts, and embrace our inner go-barefoot desires. Each seasonal shift has its abruptness, but winter-into-spring is special. Even for a winter lover like me, right now it’s an overstayed house guest whose every little...

Mornings

Drove the housemate to the airport at 3:00 a.m. Tuesday, grateful it was less than 30 minutes away, unlike the 90-minute one-way airport runs from where I lived in Ohio. Up this early often jumpstarts a productive day, unless the inevitable napisodes later on interrupt the flow. Driving back home...

Winter’s Embrace

Why do I enjoy winter while others dread it? Is it the calming, slowing-down effect from a cold and limiting world? Is it the beauty at times of a cleansing white blanket, gently nestling the world’s concerns into quiet, temporary submission? Or is it an encouragement to reflect, renew, and...

Channeling Jack London

On a recent chilly winter morning, I bundled up and headed out for my early morning walk. As I listened to The Writer’s Almanac, Garrison Keillor announced it was Jack London’s birthday. As Keillor, in his well-recognized baritone voice, shared some of London’s hardships during his pre-novel years, I listened...

Summer Ivy

Ah, the fresh green blankets and increased bird and beast activity in the woods:  always delightful as spring leaps into summer. With it, of course, comes that dark cousin to those winsome thoughts: poison ivy. It’s thriving well running along the ground or starting to climb trees. It’s a familiar...

Media Off, Nature On

Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense. – Gertrude Stein No stranger to the siren, healing call of a media blackout, I’ve used this technique countless times to regain my senses. While we practice social distancing (shouldn’t we be calling that “physical distancing”...

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