Monday, August 27, 2012

growth spurt

That first-day-of-school, clean slate feeling is definitely wasted on the young. It's grown-ups who can truly appreciate a fresh start now and again. What would you write on yours? I'd like to take a particular drawing class, master InDesign software, practice meditating, finish the book I started writing, read more.  There's an online course on Modern Poets that looks great, some Thai recipes I want to cook, an autumn-colored scarf I want to knit. The sense of possibility that matters most and we never outgrow the need for it. Grow or die, a wise teacher once told me. Grow and live, I've learned

Sunday, August 26, 2012

3-word prayer

This has become my go-to, on-the-go prayer. Says it all in three tiny words. Oftentimes I have no idea how life needs me on a given day, but Somebody does. So I offer it up. Works wonders. 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012


What is the best use of each day of our lives? In one very short day, each of us could become more sane, more compassionate, more tender, more in touch with the dream-like quality of reality. Or we could bury all these qualities more deeply and get more in touch with solid mind, retreating more into our own cocoon. - Pema Chodron

Monday, August 20, 2012

Good day

Hecticness and high expectations, worries, wonderings, wishes, hopes, dreams: whatever it is you carry into this new day, may a sense of love and possibility go along with it.  

Saturday, August 18, 2012

life, affirmed

a Saturday morning list of life affirming things:
1.  a sailboat skimming across the bay
2.  the smell of breakfast cooking
3.  shutters painted a pale turquoise
4.  bolts of fabric
5.  school supply lists
6.  used book stores
7.  a mason jar bouquet of herbs
8.  Sherlock Holmes
9.  the color wheel
10. Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
(Edward Hopper, Sailing 1911)

Thursday, August 9, 2012

night magic

Come along on a nighttime walk in the woods with Henry. Carrying a jar full of fireflies to light the way, he follows the song of a whippoorwill. Deeper and deeper into the darkness he goes until the secrets of the night find him and, finally, so does the elusive bird. Henry's Night by D.B. Johnson and Linda Michelin is the fifth in a series of picture books depicting Henry David Thoreau as a curious, life-loving bear. Told in journal snippets, this story has summer night written all over it. You can practically smell the pines, feel the brambles on your hat, see 'white fog spreading wide across a mysterious lake' and 'the clouds erase the moon.' Henry's night walk is very magical. So is reading the book.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

gotta' make the doughnuts

Remember the Dunkin' Donuts ad with the man who stumbles out of bed in the wee hours to go to work? "Gotta' make the doughnuts," he mumbles to his wife on the way out in his pink striped uniform with the little hat. Today was one of those mornings as Arkon and I headed out on Interstate 85 in pouring rain to meet our client halfway between her office in Asheville and ours in Charlotte. We got to the designated meeting place a few minutes early, a non-descript Mom 'n Pop style restaurant, and ordered coffee. Then a young guy came out of the kitchen and uttered five magical words: how about a homemade doughnut? Doughnut? Homemade? Turns out they have a baker who comes in at 4 am each day to make several trays of them. I chose a rose-shaped one full of raspberries. Arkon went old school with a twist, a glazed number made from whole wheat. The coffee was great, too. Best of all was the new project which involves the emotional life of infants! What could be more wonderful than that?!

All I could think of driving back is how much I didn't want to get up and going this morning. I felt like the groggy Dunkin' man. But long before my alarm went off, and miles and miles from my sleeping house, someone was turning on the lights in a restaurant kitchen. Sifting, kneading and then rolling out dough with a wooden pin. Engendering delight. Out of flour and love.