Friday, August 29, 2014

A wedding 41 years in the making

The family farm along the Shenandoah River is being transformed into Wedstock as I write. My sister Georgie and her dear man, Bill, will stand still long enough to exchange vows on Sunday afternoon. Let the party begin!    

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

You and me, him and her

Walking and swimming provide me precious opportunity to clear my head and to see things in a new light. Yesterday I pondered 4 types of people: 
those who claim their space
those who claim others' space
those who are reluctant to claim space in any amount
those who observe how others claim space

I am intrigued by all of this: how we come into this world, how we find our footing (or not), how we exist and how we ambulate, how we interact.

Give me an aisle seat or a place on the periphery over the boxed in locale any day. Give me a place at your side and trust me to know how close to stand. 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Freewill offering

Abbey releases her wishing leaf, bound for the north sound.
Ah, summer. How you gift us with your bright light, blue skies, verdant landscapes, sparkling waters. Generous, inviting, hospitable, gregarious even. How you prepare the way for autumn glory.

I ask you, how do you weave your magic, year after year?