golden days

schuylkill river trail

Now that I’m looking, these golden colors keep showing up. I planned to start the year with this beautiful knit-along project from Wool and Honey. It’s not a color I would usually choose but I listened to my 16-year-old and he was totally spot on, especially for this season.

Did I knit today? Not really! Instead, kittens and a dramatic spill meant cleaning a similarly shaded juice off a lot of bedding and the opportunity to start 2023 with fresh line-dried everything. Lesson? Spin your stories, laugh a little, bike some more, dream as you go and keep looking for the golden. It’s everywhere, really. 

wanderings

schuylkill river trail


I didn’t mean to but still, I found myself along the water again.

It’s not the most peaceful pool of remembering but it will do for a pause; a breathe in-between, a moment for all the softness, all the flow, all that lingers but begs to go.

Play Time!

Back at Theater Exile for our family’s show with the School Free Players. This year we found ourselves writing (ry) and directing (me) and acting (all) and as always, there is electricity. Can you feel it? Opening night: abuzz with all the joys and jitters, chaos and care and the MAGIC that shows up every time!