journal.

touchstones and such.


after reading this morning's prompt for liberated lines i was all prepared to post something perfect and pious about what guides me and my touchstones and all that, and then i realized by 1:00 p.m. [1] i hadn't slept very much and was fading quickly as the day drew on, and, [2] i met…

the livin’ is easy.


    't'is the season. greenhouse season. the pencilfox garden starts were sowed and grown under a light in the basement. most of them are still there. but, yet, the sweet peas moved to the greenhouse yesterday. and today, milo moved his catnip to join the sweet peas. they've got each other. now they…

new days.


this year, i am finding myself feeling enthusiasm for a new season. less than a month ago, i was snowshoe'ing. and now, i am tending to my little transplanted garden starts. i have been studying moon signs and feel excited about watching green and growing things changing as the moon shifts through her phases.…

the turning of seasons.


i know i'm not responsible for the weather, nor do i make the seasons turn. but in my own little world, i do have some control in acceptance, mood, and daily activity. after chatting with a local friend last week outside our little sutton post office, i determined that i should move…

….and, yet another lesson.


  today pinto, mister jones, the universe, and my intuition taught me a valuable lesson. lessons, actually. i learned about the clove hitch, and i learned about love. the clove hitch is a valuable thing to know....because....i was wondering why my string-beaded strands i wear were stretching. and when i woke this morning with pinto lying…