rhythm

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

change

But start slowly, because direction is more important than speed. Sit in another chair, on the other side of the table. Later on, change tables. When you go out, try to walk on the other side of the street. Then change your route, walk calmly down other streets, observing closely the places you pass by. Take other buses. Change your wardrobe for a while;…

toward winter

AFTER THANKSGIVING Lord, as Rilke says, the year bears down toward winter, past the purification of the trees, the darkened brook. Only 4:45, and the sky’s sheer black clasps two clear planets and a skinny moon as we drive quietly home from the airport, the last kid gone. The time of preparation’s over, the time of harvesting the seed, the husk, the kernel, saving…

greatness in small things

“When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?” ~ Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of…