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About Joy

  Today feels like a good day to talk About Joy. Every once in a while I read something that takes my breath away. Yesterday I read a beautiful poem called Joy is the Justice We Give Ourselves. I encourage you to read it too. It is both beautiful and haunting, about being black in America. It’s a long poem, beautifully written that speaks to the full experience of life. Here is just a small excerpt from the poem… … Joy is the flashing blue light passing by, not meant for me.   Joy is the good news, without new Read more…

By Marilyn, ago

Hanging Out in the Woods

Yesterday I spent a lot of time Hanging Out in the Woods. While much of the landscape is taking on the monochrome look of late fall, I found some patches of bright color left in Wolsfeld Woods SNA. I spent much of my time craning my eyes upward towards the sky admiring the tall trees. But I also kept an eye on the trail beneath my feet. The trails were covered with a few inches of fallen leaves. And I wanted to be careful not to trip on a hidden root or slip on an acorn underfoot. So I moved Read more…

By Marilyn, ago

In My Own Backyard

It’s late October and the trees in the neighborhood are looking like late October. Though much of the landscape is looking barer and duller with the fallen leaves, I found a few patches of bright color In my own backyard. Though I hate to see the leaves fall, I do love it when the wind blows and leaves fall like rain, blowing and drifting in the wind. This morning I made photographs out my windows of the changes I see after just a few short days. It astonishes me how quickly the leaves fall at the end of the season. Read more…

By Marilyn, ago

Every Little Thing

It’s been a week of ups and downs for me. And towards the end of this week I’ve been repeating a refrain over and over again in my mind. It goes… Every Little Thing will be all right. Every little thing will be okay. It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.    ― Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes I like to glide along through my daily life focusing on and generating what one might call positive feelings — joy, gratitude, wonder, appreciation. But I am discovering Read more…

By Marilyn, ago

In This Moment

This is what the pond looks like this morning, In this Moment. The colors are a little more subdued than they were just a few days ago. But there is no ice on the pond this morning, the grass is still green, and there are still leaves on many of the trees around the pond. The sun is shining in a cloudless sky and we’re expecting a nice weather warmup this weekend. Everything changes — every moment, every day. And sometimes things fall apart just a little bit or they fall apart spectacularly. Some days are like raking leaves in Read more…

By Marilyn, ago