Throwback to November 2014. Three years ago, the day after Halloween, a huge snow dump cut off our power (this was the beginning of the infamous Snowvember). We were still living in the back room at that point, which was in
Early spring looked brown and drab here in Maine, while the rest of the country seemed to be vibrant and green. While we plant seeds, there were still many hours cozying in front of the wood stove. When April came
We hope our friends and family enjoyed their holiday season, whatever your persuasion. We enjoyed having our Solstice tree. Our wood stove has been working hard to keep us warm. There are gatherings to attend. Time alone. New projects to
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose, under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to
Well things blew up spectacularly here in the States. My 40th year of life on earth is proving to be equal parts learning to feel deeply, learning The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck (which I’ve ordered from the
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a recent moment I want to pause, savor and remember – inspired by Soulemama.
The rest of our time in New York was packed. We had at hot breakfast with a high school friend of mine. After catching up, we said our goodbyes and headed through the maze of the MTA for the Met.
My grandmother sat in her chair in her apartment so she could see the cars and people go by. My mother sat across from her. Po Po closed her eyes for a moment and then looked at me before speaking.
We were in Freeport, ME when we heard that tropical storm, Joaquin, was upgraded to a hurricane. But the news was overshadowed, literally, by the impending lunar eclipse.
We were there because of O. Our local airport had a fly-in and open house on Tig’s birthday, and we thought it was a perfect excursion for our boy who loves planes (and trains, and motorbikes, and cars). They watched