going south

Can you see that drip on the window? Rain drops. Some southern temperature is reaching up north here to New Hampshire. As a child, I grew up in Virginia. I loved the South. Every summer, my mother (from Boston) would…

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support

I wake up in the morning and look out at the skim of light in the distance – I feel supported by the darkness, the solid bed on the solid earth, and recognize that anchor line of the horizon. I…

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warm heart

What’s sensuality without a warm heart? May your 2017 be filled with all your heart’s desires: peace, fullfilment, love, wildly fun times, unexpected joy, total irreverence, and … oh, did I mention chocolate?

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sensuality

Look at this snow. Look how it drapes and smooths and sculpts the shapes that can carry it’s load. It’s deliciously sensual. It’s deliciously inspirational. And the timing? Right when it’s the moment to consider the resolution for 2017. I…

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white. white?

morning lake lake at noon late afternoon lake What color is white anyway? Quintessentially white snow teases me endlessly. The forecast is for loads of this white stuff. I kind of live “up there”. Not “up there” for local New…

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contrast

What is quiet without a little hustle/bustle/noise and ridiculousness as interruption? What is all that whiteness outside without the black pup, white-ish pup and smiling Hunter? Not to mention that art – being knocked about midst it all. Yay for…

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