Lately we gone from rain to ice; from tropic to frigid…over night or in an afternoon. The wind kicks up–warm and soft…gathering the last leaves, colored coins, and scatters them on ponds and puddles that freeze and thaw. Winter has a softer palette. Pale wheat, burnt umber, the cedar green, long angled afternoon light. Mornings [...]
Archive for the ‘Mothering’ Category
“Cookie time…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Nature, Photography on December 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“For two weeks in LA…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Photography, Wholeness on November 21, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I simply enjoyed being Nana. In every way. Emails, phone calls, work…pretty much came to a screeching halt. Instead, I did what I absolutely love the most. I got up early with Dashiell; I cooked and spent time with my dear daughter and son-in-law. Here’s a glimpse… Every morning Dashiell and I got up early, [...]
“Summer rain…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Photo Canvases, Photography on August 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Dashiell, native of Los Angeles, didn’t know about thunder storms. He was here for the hot and steamy days of July and like his Mama, he loves the sound, the smell and the feel of summer rain.
“Bon voyage…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Prayers, Wholeness on July 11, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Over the course of the last week, I’ve been in a state…somewhere between frantic, overwhelmed, delighted, excited, afraid and just plain busy. By the time yesterday rolled around, I was literally making lists of my lists and, frankly, having missed several yoga classes, I was totally off center. Imagine sending your 23 year old daughter [...]
“Grace’s Rose…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Photo Canvases, Photography, Wholeness on July 1, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Twenty-four years ago this month, my daughter Grace was born at home. Dear friends Ross and Deb celebrated by bringing a small Red Ramblin’ Rose bush to plant in her honor. We dug a deep hole, placed her placenta at the bottom and planted the rosebush on top. Years later, when that house was sold, [...]
“Beyond words…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Photography on May 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
There are moments in life…so precious…so tender…so achingly sweet…words cannot express. Dashiell Henry was born on March 7. He lives in Los Angeles. I live in New York. I am his Nana and it is unbearable to spend time away from him. I’ve been in LA now for ten days. Timeless time…basking in his beingness. [...]
“i Chat…”
Posted in Family, Inspiration, Mothering, Photo Canvases, Photography, Wholeness on April 1, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Tonight, I got my first Dashiell fix with a webcam! On Friday, he will be one month old and already, he’s sooooo big. His Dad put him on his belly on a sheepskin rug and immediately he picked up his head and tried to get his little knees under his body. I wanted to reach [...]
“Against my chest…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, Writing on March 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Arrived home from Los Angeles this morning at 1:35 am…still on CA time and not ready to go to sleep. When I finally drift off, I dream of Dashiell…holding him, watching him make so many silly, adorable faces in his sleep. I wake up missing him. This poem is for Sara, his Mom… DAY BATH [...]
“Any moment…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Photo Canvases, Photography, Wholeness, Writing on February 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
A beautiful day. Sun. Snow. Flocks of gulls by the Hudson. A walk with my husband in the heart of winter with the throb of spring underneath it all. Last night at 11:28 my cell phone rings…daughter Sara calling from LA with…CONTRACTIONS! Oh, lord! I quickly realize…it’s almost TIME! I also realize, I must prepare–this [...]
“Quickening…”
Posted in Family, Mothering, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Wholeness, Writing on February 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This morning…thunder, lightning. Hard rain. Lawns strewn with rags of soiled snow. Fog hangs…gathers along Moodna Creek. Numbers to crunch; errands to run. A drive through farm country. I watch a small red tail hawk circle; land in a stubble of corn. Dead skunk on the double yellow line…a sign of spring? Willows, pale yellow–almost [...]
