Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

December 31, 2018

The last day and the first day. What will you carry? What's worth the weight?

What will you let burn? What's worth the light?

December 28, 2018

We are crafty carpenters and what we build remains. It's so easy to underestimate the impact of our actions, of our presence, but showing up means so much more than we can realize. 

December 27, 2018

I'm as tired as anyone abut the advice of looking at x or y from a new perspective. For one thing, you have to change out of your super-comfortable pity pants which, let's face it, takes more energy than most of us have at the moment. And, for another, you might just have to accept the reality in which you live. You might have to accept that there are some positive aspects to your days and that everything is not terrible all the time.

My very best friend in the world passed on this insight recently: the brain would rather be right than happy. **The brain would rather be RIGHT than HAPPY.** Sadly, that is incredibly true, at least speaking for myself. We have to work at finding happiness. The brain will find all kinds of easy reasons for our misery, but I'm not sure happiness is hardwired. Or maybe I just missed the download. Either way, happiness is something that can be taught. We just need to find the willingness to learn. 

December 26, 2018

We don't need to annihilate everything--every indiscretion, every mistake, every awkward moment, every regret--in order to begin a new day, a new calendar year. 

On the contrary--the skeletons of our past are a lovely landscape feature. We are gardeners in this life, and what's left to go to seed has value, aesthetic and nutritive.

All of it will, eventually, get raked into the compost, feeding whatever it is that's coming next. 

December 21, 2018

It's your solstice. What's your angle?

December 20, 2018

That's the delightful--and terrifying--thing about wind--no two days are ever alike, and nothing is untouched after it has passed through.

December 19, 2018

There's really no sense in doing anything without the hope--faint though it may be at this point--of magical intervention.

December 18, 2018

Once again, petals, in the interest of rest, I leave the commentary to you. Hopefully I'll be back in fighting form tomorrow. 

Until then--love, love!

December 17, 2018

Petals, I'm down with a wicked cold today, so I'm afraid any dubious wisdom will have to come from the lovely photo I was lucky enough to capture over the weekend. 

Big love!

December 14, 2018

Our cells renew so often that every seven years we have a new body, more or less. I don't see why, if we can shed and regrow something as essential and basic as a cell, that we must hold onto and carry the weight of mistakes we've made, now left far behind in a body we'd once recognize as our own. 

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