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Brown Part 4: Tangled up

Brown Part 4: Tangled up

This is the fourth installment of a series on the color brown and seeing things as they really are. Read the other posts. I love lists. Groceries, errands, things to get done today, next week, this year…having things all spelled out in an orderly fashion soothes me. Checking things off my list is immensely satisfying. … Continue reading

Brown Part 3: Poop happens

Brown Part 3: Poop happens

This is the third installment of a series on the color brown and seeing things as they really are. Read the other posts. Not far down my street, I almost stepped in it. Dog poop. Bits and pieces of crumbly goose poop littered another spot on the walk. At one point I noticed some crap, … Continue reading

Brown Part 2: Churned up

Brown Part 2: Churned up

This is the second part of a series on the color brown and seeing things as they really are. Read the introduction to the series. With the first step out my door, I notice brown. Leaves, leftover debris from an unfinished fall cleanup, littered the snow. In fact I remembered my husband’s comment as he … Continue reading

Brown, an invitation

Brown, an invitation

Wedged in between the pristine beauty of winter and the glory of spring is a time that  we in New England like to call Mud Season.  Gone is the white beauty of snow; the bursts of life and color have yet to make themselves known. The brisk excitement of winter has become wearying, and the … Continue reading

Why so glum, Judas, I presume?

Why so glum, Judas, I presume?

Why so glum, Judas, I presume? Sitting at the table, such a lonely countenance You have only to lift your eyes to your friend, breaking bread with you; open your eyes to the very bread of life.   Why so glum, Judas, I wonder? So near to love, yet with a pout and scowl You … Continue reading

White Crane

White Crane

Bark, tough and earthy under my palm thick skin – you’ve got a decade on me and scars, visible in each bump and crag.   Eye and heart, drawn to a wound hidden gracefully in green boughs, wide enough for my finger and I cannot feel the bottom.   Cracks radiate pain and consequence outward. … Continue reading

Final Beauty

Final Beauty

Beauty will save the world. -Dostoevsky, The Idiot I read these words recently not in Dostoevsky, but in an article in Conversations Journal (no longer published, but its vol 14.2 if you are interested). The article was part of a whole issue entitled “Created to Create” (which has a beautiful array of pieces about art, beauty … Continue reading

Medium

Medium

“I’m not little, I’m medium!” with feet planted, you declare to those at the playground who would exclude the ‘little brother.’   Big squeezes, kisses rain upon your cheeks, rosy from outside play. Big squeeze, big squeeze, then: “Daddy, that’s too hard! I’m medium.”   Dogs on leashes, small dogs – these don’t frighten the medium … Continue reading

Katniss Everdeen and gratitude

Katniss Everdeen: [to her baby] Did you have a nightmare? I have nightmares, too. Someday I’ll explain it to you, why they came, why they won’t ever go away, but I’ll tell you how I survive it. I make a list in my head… of all the good things I’ve seen someone do. Every little … Continue reading

Politics/When in Rome

Politics by Jen A. Grieshaber If I’m elected, I promise to work for the good of all… (especially my close friends …and my bank account) and to work to increase jobs in our hometown (unless there is a strike or picket, you know how annoying those things are!) and to provide a safe place for … Continue reading