Posts from — June 2008
As a long-term keeper of journals, over 30 years now, I’m amazed that I’ve just ordered my first Moleskine. Oh, I’d heard about them and read about them, and in my head, I pronounced it in two syllables: mole-skin or mole-skine.
Then at the journal conference, I saw and examined several of them (Thanks guys!) and felt the heft and richness. And acid free!
Although I spend much of my time now journaling in computer programs, my introduction to journals and diaries was on paper. When I’m tired, stressed, or ill, I love to speak one of my favorite phrases: [Read more →]
June 27, 2008 2 Comments
When I announced our move back to the Midwest, my New York friends and acquaintances had lots of comments, chief among them: [Read more →]
June 27, 2008 No Comments
Well, it depends.
Just returned from a newly formed group of kindred spirits. Drove past the meadows and through the tunnels of trees with the warm night wind in my hair and the night sounds of crickets and frogs.
People sometimes talk about me now living “way out there in the middle of nowhere,” but I can’t agree. I have what I need and love right here, right now. It must be everyone else living in the wilderness. It’s all a matter of perspective, I suppose.
I actually have more [Read more →]
June 25, 2008 1 Comment
Exhaustion. Exhilaration. Too many words, experiences, and perceptions to process from the Denver pilgrimage.
I’ve long trained myself to give up expectations and end results, but this conference and the “the other part” far exceeded anything I might imagine.
The conference was fabulous. Details to follow. I’m still reverberating from Christina Baldwin’s opening keynote speech: “Restorying the World: How Journal Writing Can Heal the Future.” Her book, StoryCatchers should arrive in my mailbox any day now. (I flummoxed myself by [Read more →]
June 24, 2008 2 Comments
No rain, but dense fog this morning as I roll out at 6:00 am to pick up the newspaper and check my little kitchen garden.
Those luscious yellow-orange blossoms on the zucchini have all been chewed off the stems overnight. The blossoms lie on the ground, and I gather them up to sautee. This was not the plan, though.
It’s obvious [Read more →]
June 14, 2008 5 Comments
Rain, rain, rain all this spring. The parsley and zucchini flourish, but the cucumber and collard plants look a bit pale. No big garden plowed. Three tomato plants get leggier and leggier before being transplanted, and the hostas wait to be planted in a triangular shade garden. The rain beats down the geraniums, petunias, and lobelia to tatters.
I may just call the neighbor who volunteered to plow my garden and say, “Shall we build an ark, then?” One learns to wait when nothing else is possible. Some day soon a garden will make itself a reality.
In the meantime, [Read more →]
June 11, 2008 No Comments
It was only since I returned that I understood my love for Palladian windows: the library, the courthouse, and the sheriff’s office. There’s nothing like reading in a recliner in a room full of books in front of the fireplace under tall, dignified windows.
It’s no longer the same, of course, but [Read more →]
June 4, 2008 No Comments
Standing in the middle of a garden center early this spring, I was suddenly seized with a deep desire that seemed to come out of nowhere. I want a garden, a real garden, and I want it this year.
We have lovely little flower plantings, a raised herb bed, a little kitchen garden, and a wildflower garden that’s quickly becoming a weed patch, but no big garden.
Frank is puzzled. “Why do you need a big garden? Do you have time to take care of one? Where will you put it?” [Read more →]
June 3, 2008 1 Comment