slowly undefined

By choice, this cook rarely ate with us. He slowly prepared everything all day, offered the food before serving it, and then he’d retreat to his space or eat alone in the kitchen. This was his contribution to the community and he was greatly loved and appreciated. Everyone was nourished together at the same table through his food, which was incredible and mostly served from big stock pots...

tides

I was constantly ebbing and flowing between ideas and decisions that led me to all different sorts of jobs and experiences. These shifts often felt as jagged and unforgiving as these rugged coastlines I love so much. But these weathered rocks also tell a story, and in much the same way my life tells a story. So far, it’s the story of someone who held high hopes for herself only to realize that prayer came easier than money, that all she really needed was a tiny, modest patch of beauty...

tiny things

Maybe this is why I hang onto my rocks: they’re the parts of myself I know are true, and that I secretly love, like how I feel on the top of a mountain or along a stream bed. They remind me of my smallness, and that when I’m sad and the world is sad, there’s beauty out there, existing all the time. Plus, they’re just lovely to look at...

hemlock

I sat down and unscrewed the lid to my thermos. The tea was still a bit too hot. I looked out to the marshes, which were golden, and then around at the ground foliage just emerging, then out to the water, and then up at the canopy of dark green needles. The morning sunlight filtering through made some kind of magic as I rested with my eyes closed, taking in the quiet. I was alone, and felt it, for the first time in a long time. It was medicine. Before I left this little sanctuary, I kissed the Hemlock, and then headed back to sit down by the water. I had been waiting for these woods for a very, very long time...