Wintry Mix
Drops of ice like jewels on the telephone wires.
Drops of ice like jewels on the telephone wires.
We will all need as much compassion as possible–for others and ourselves–for the great amount of work ahead of there is to be any meaningful healing and sustainability.
Today I am practicing gratitude that the final death throes of my 31-year old washer-dryer simply means having to go through the expense and annoyance of getting a replacement.
The indoor plants have been multiplying. When the pandemic is no longer keeping me home most of the time, I might find there are more than I can care for well.
I love having things around the house that I have brought home from my travels. They help me imagine other times and places. The crystal conch shell I brought home from India. The turtle with its fire opal I brought… (READ MORE)
I thought by this time, I might be feeling the cold and the dark, so I brought home a new orchid, which/who continues to bloom extravagantly.
Me and Maitri demonstrating savasana variations; pink, cashmere pajamas from the thrift shop more than a decade ago.