" The rustling leaves above me, the breezes sighing round me, a network glimpse of bluest sky to meet the upturned seeing eye, the greenest lawn beneath me, loved flowers and birds to greet me... Oh happy, happy hour! Whence comes all this to bless me. The soft wind to caress me... But, hush! let nature lead me. Let even wisest questions cease while I breathe in such life and peace This happy, happy hour. {In a Hammock - Elizabeth Porter Gould} July, oh July... you were a mon

" Interstitial time : the gap between events, the spaces; the pauses: the stretches of everyday liminality that holds us gently as we wait." Hello friends, it's been awhile. How are you? I hope these light-filled langorous summer days are treating you well. Summer here in Idaho is hot. hot. hot. Thankfully, this is the norm, which is good...no surprises (the real surprise would be a 75 degree day with rain in July or August...that would be a wonderful surprise!!) Air conditio

" There is really only one possible prayer: Give me to do everything I do in the day with a sense of the sacredness of life." {May Sarton: Journal of a Solitude} the blessedness of these April days... the world awakes in wonder. I love the gentleness of this month an intermingling of softness and vibrancy... early morning birdsong gardens beginning to bloom the peace of a spring rainfall. evening walks in my yard with my camera. noticing and appreciating these gifts nature be

" There was only spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind-rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful." {My Antonia} Here we are...the end of April nearing and I'm just now posting for March. Ahem. I'm not sure why it feels like a mental roadblock when I arrive here to post. Between all the various social media platforms out there, does

" When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music." {Rumi}

" Peacefully fresh, O February morn, thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants through the silver-bosomed clouds... Now 'tis that pause before the leaping spring, when over all things waiting comes a hush... In haven and at anchor rides my heart, and broods upon its swelling joys apart." {Laurence Binyon} a gladsome joy fills my heart... grateful for the hush these wintry months gift my life. a slowing down, settling in... a pause that refreshes, restores, re-settles my so