Tag Archives: beauty

Same, Same

The weeds lining the pathway beginning my evening walk are shoulder-high now, wet last night after the afternoon and evening downpour. We chatter this year about ticks, ticks, and Lyme disease, and at soccer games, the parents wonder when did we become afraid … Continue reading

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Little Bits of Beauty

Taking out the trash from the library today, I stopped by the crabapple tree planted at the back school entrance no one uses anymore. My goodness! An utter profusion of beauty by the stinking compost! On this warm day, in … Continue reading

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2,000 Miles, a Handful of Hours

What a strange, odd thing to travel 2,000 miles over the earth’s curve, all in the piece of one day. We began in that incredibly quiet hour between 1 and 2 a..m., standing in my parents’ kitchen, drinking coffee with … Continue reading

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The Black Line Within a Tulip

While the big fad out there is to number things and experiences — the 10 best things to do with your whining toddler — and important stuff like that, one of my minor goals for the summer is to just soak … Continue reading

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Broken Down Stuff

Vermont Public Radio is filled with cheery news. Worst Super Bowl. Lousiest State of the Union Address. More locally, the Honda buried at the neighbors has fully emerged. Where the headlights should be are two gaping holes, the lights themselves … Continue reading

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Broken Down, Back on the Road

Before dawn, a crescent moon greets me silently through my kitchen window, hanging low in the sky, with glittering Venus and Jupiter. I stand there for a moment, imprinting that soundless beauty in my mind, like a talisman I might … Continue reading

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She who reminded us of the strength of loveliness

Mary Oliver, poet of the rugged soul, champion of kindness, lover of the world’s broken beauty. 1935-2019. I wanted The past to go away, I wanted To leave it, like another country… And nobody gets out of it, having to … Continue reading

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