A Most Unusual Day

Yesterday we woke to a snow-day


breathing day


Claire slept in, 
me too, 
cozy in bed,
tea and books 
and talking to Michael 
before heading out with shovels.


And Chewy, the big-eared dog, joyfully pronking 


[gazelles pronk]


with Ralphie, our cutest new neighbor. 


Cool air against skin
dogs running
and green trees with white snow


 














Made me think of the New Year leaf I set sail in the river and how each day I’m noticing that there is much to be joyful about, like






















buying myself purple tulips


and soaking in the quiet of my house during this winter break from work, tending to my home, clearing out, boxing things up to give away [books, clothes, stuff]


putting spider plant and asparagus ferns in the tub for a cool rinse 





People are suffering from the loss of their precious children while others rage, yes rage with spittle coming out, at the thought of having their assault weapons not hunting rifles taken away and that somehow, if all the mental people could be listed in a database where we could keep track of them, I would be on the list, then for sure, people wouldn’t be going into elementary schools or movie theaters, or mosques, or universities or _____________


and letting loose rounds of bullets on innocent beings…


which is why some days, it is good to slow down, if you can, and sweep the kitchen floor, light a candle, make a sandwich for your husband/wife/friend/child, enjoy the simple calmness of folding white bath towels, and speaking on the phone with a beloved daughter.


wash the ferns 
walk the dog
give thanks
while you sit still 
in the very quiet house 
and say over and over into the air
















and remember


“Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.”


– William Arthur Ward 



oh my.

xo b




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