be me

January. Is honestly the month I like the least. It represents, to me personally, beginnings and endings. I will not go into the details. I will not go through, year by year, and tell you why I feel this way. In actuality, it’s really all meshed together now in my mind. Some particular dates and … More be me

expectant

Expectant, I write. Not truly sure where to go. With my writing today. I realize the complexity of waiting. Not as simple as it seems because I grow impatient. Rather quickly. Wait here. Wait until tomorrow. Wait around and see. Just wait. Wait a minute. I’ve written about waiting before. But now, today, I am … More expectant

bloom

I enjoy growing things. As in plants. I am not exactly a crazy plant lady at this point in my life. But I dabble. Not generally a fan of dabblers, I am hesitant to admit it. Yet I did, just a couple sentences back. I am a dabbler when it comes to growing plants, flowers, … More bloom

the process

I took a walk yesterday evening. I like to walk despite the fact I like to run. I came home after work, after teaching a piano lesson. And decided to walk. Even though. I had a dishwasher to unload. Clothes to fold. Emails to read and respond to. I decided to take a walk. Even … More the process

halt

August marches on to a grand halt. Tomorrow is the end. And I have mixed feelings.  I currently sit in a coffee shop. Pavement is the name. Located in Boston. It’s my third day in a row to sit here, in this very place. I have journaled. Thought. Talked a bit with my son. Drank … More halt