easing

        something about foggy mornings allows one to ease into the day I walk a little slower            

rhythm

          she finds comfort in routine the ebb and flow the rhythm of  everyday even when it’s rough especially when it’s rough      

density

                “Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine – to become luminously, impossible so.  Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.   The deeper…

a fishing village story

                      There was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small New England village.
As he sat, he saw a New England fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore having caught quite few big fish.
The businessman was impressed and asked the fisherman, “How long does it take you to catch…

mostly foggy

                                  a few days in Maine   “Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones,…