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I’m thinking: “The ice is getting really thin. I hope Peaches doesn’t … AAAUGH!” “COME BACK, Peaches!!!” “Phew! Good dog.” Huge sigh of relief. Let’s go take a ride:

Yesterday I lost a crampon in the woods. I looked down and one boot was bare. You can see – above – what I lost: it’s meant to prevent your slipping on the ice. You can also see, by contrast,…

Doesn’t Peaches look like she’s emerging from the darkness? As in Tolkien. The deep, dark woods… And yes, that kind of feels like what one small realization meant to me today. I had this wonderful Alexander technique session with Alice.…

I go to the woods because they feel so much like home to me. So today I was thinking about a time when they were actually home to so many people. And how the woods weren’t a place to “go…

It’s spring. The woods are a mess: icy trails, mud next to the ice. But, hey, it’s spring: what a gift! The baby needs a new diaper; the baby just spit up; sometimes a mess. But it’s Cecilia. Cecilia! she’s…

My sister, Julie, used to do sports photography for a university and she would tell me about timing. Catching the moment on film. That shot. That one. In those years – gosh, I think it would have been the 1970’s…

How could I go on and on about winter and not mention…? Yes. If anything marks time, it’s the growing baby, Aaaah. Yes, we want them to grow. And we want them to experience many many winters that turn into…

Winter has a way of wrapping around me that feels like it’s here to stay. So I stay: all snuggled up inside a warm house; all snuggled up inside layers and layers of warm clothes; all snuggled up inside myself.…

Is it the full moon? It looks that way to me. And it feels that way to me. I’ve been making a mess. I’m doing this art that is, well, not supposed to look perfect. Not supposed to look exact.…

‘People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou. Right, Cecilia? Will we ever forget how you made us feel? We might not remember your…