Words escape me. What is there to say when each day is the same, each moment feels like a mediocre lifetime? Another sunrise, another cup of coffee, another look out the window to see if the ducks have returned for the day. Another at-home yoga session, or not, depending on what time I wake up. … Continue reading Time | Sunday Morning Thoughts
Three ducks have made themselves quite comfortable in the small river behind my apartment. Every morning for the past few weeks I have seen them sitting on the rocks that are not totally submerged. Often I only see two staying dry above the surface of the water; the third is always floating nearby or is … Continue reading The Ducks in the River | Sunday Morning Thoughts
Hello to the brand new, fresh aired feel of this first day of March. As foggy as life has made my mind in the past few weeks, this morning I did not dread opening my eyes to take in the early Sunday morning hours, or to watch the stages of dawn develop into daylight as … Continue reading The Open Road | Sunday Morning Thoughts
The sun has set, I'm considering whether or not to cook dinner or just snack until bedtime, and most importantly, I'm feeling refreshed after what has been one of the lowest, most mediocre, and unproductive weeks of my life. This Sunday morning - after my coffee, of course - I wasted no time in getting … Continue reading This Sunday Morning | Sunday Morning Thoughts
Spring has begun its transition into summer, and here in Maine, in the blink of an eye, summer will be transitioning into fall. Time is a subject that is easy to grow tired of, but I've become much more in tune and obsessed with it in the past few months. During the weekend before the first … Continue reading The First Day of Spring
For too short a time - a little less than one full semester - I worked at the most beautiful library in Maine. Actually, it's the largest research library in the state, and is always a place I return to when I visit my alma mater. I worked in the reference section; some may know … Continue reading A Most Heinous Act | Sunday Morning Thoughts