Walk the shore, let your body and mind wander, listen to the wind and waves and loves. Let the fears and dreams and sun and breeze wash over you. Mostly just pay attention. Mostly just keep going on. There is more than one way to be at home. #godo #holdfast—————–Summer goal: walk the shoreline from the Platte to Good Harbor completed October 1st
I don't know anyone who smiles more at 8am while mucking stalls and hauling hay when it's 45 and raining. But I sure love seeing Mia in this happy place.
time is a funny thing. what seems closefrom three sleeps agoand don't even try looking back further and nowthese two back in Philly with dried cherriesblanketsbikesand rocksit seems further away than it was last weekthan it will in a few more weeksmaybe geography is stranger still
Good morning from my beloved school house table. And hello from daily pancakes (yeah it might be a problem)from reading Mary Oliver the day after her birthday (because yesterday required an evening swim instead)from a newly-turned voracious reader sitting next to me (such joy!)from the postcard bookmark which is actually fan mail (sent to my cat, not me)Soon I'll stand up and put on pants (or shorts) and get on with my day. Soonish anyway.But first, this chilly breeze at the table, this food, this reader and that reader, this gratitude, this home spun dream.
afters + befores are the still going throughs.
snail trails in sand
maps to everywhere.
who were you before + who are you now?
tell me your stories + show me your dreams.
let me trace your life lines back to where you started
let’s begin again.