Singing Along the Journey

#pandemicpractice

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
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My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
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The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
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But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
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Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
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Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
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The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
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The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
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Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
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Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More

The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More