Cypress trees grow in marshlands and swamps. They make the most amazing pieces of furniture… Furniture I will never own; will never afford. take this table for example: http://www.thomsonrusticfurnishings.com sells this lovely functional piece of cypress tree art: Below I’ve put a picture of cypress ‘knees’ as they appear in a swamp… (What are […]Read More Cypress Knees. Because.
My mother and I spent a few weeks each summer, and sometimes on school vacations, with her mother; a fragile sprite of a woman who was deaf and lived in a huge white house in Vermont sprawling with cats and houseplants. At bedtime I would take ‘my’ yellow plastic cup from the ‘cupboard’, which was […]Read More My Personal Yellow Journey, from Plastic Cups to Coldplay
Soothing Places… Some places leave vivid etchings on our memories. When we close our eyes and drift…we’re almost there again. I was about 8 years old. There were crayfish to trap and study in Grandma’s Brook. I never saw more than one claw of the crayfish I named ‘Crab With The Big Green Claw,’ […]Read More Inside My Head Again
Nothing’s perfect, nothing’s finished, nothing is forever. Feeling quite chan right now. So often conversations falter. We cannot find the word that translates what we want to say. There are languages that have words for these moments. Chan is an example. It’s Mandarin Chinese and it is untranslatable to English. It means having a […]Read More A Wabi-Sabi Approach To Life, OR Appreciating Moss Covered Pocketbooks In The Woods
Let me tell you a story about someone seeking happiness. We’ll call him C. “C” felt suicidal and he even concocted plans. He would slash his wrists and lay down in the tub so as not to create too much mess for whomever found him. C thought maybe pills would be less messy. Yeah, […]Read More C’s Quest Toward Sophrosyne