Feature in T.E.L.L. New England

I am thrilled my essay on Welcome Hill is featured in the spring issue of T.E.L.L. New England. Jenn and Ashley are so talented and have put together a truly beautiful magazine! 

Click HERE and follow the links to view the entire feature/issue. 

Apt...

One week in our new place. We're settling in. I love being able to pick up the CSA share on foot, running on quiet roads, and the spring-green hills on every side. It's exhilerating to catch up with friends and family - we've been "booked" every day since we arrived. It has been a rough month, too, but I am thankful for all the good things ahead.  


I've been playing with paint (photos from phone)...

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So True...

Loved this quote I saw earlier. Immediately thought "priorities" - especially in the middle of these last few exhausting weeks. I have a problem with messes, flux, and waiting. I suppose that's not so unique. :) 
 
There are so many things I want to let go. (Like I wrote about here.)

Hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend, my friends!   

"Best Friends"

Saw this little film on Garance Dore's blog. By Lena Dunham for designer Rachel Antonoff, it made me think of my sisters and other best friends. Enjoy!

Welcome Hill

 My sis and me at Welcome Hill, 1987. This would be a perfect morning to visit...

Happy Spring!

Happy Spring, my friends! The weather in Vermont has been a bit fractious lately and this is one of those mornings seemingly meant to convince us the season has commenced. There's a stream and pond behind the Inn and I tiptoed around after breakfast this morning, trying not to disturb a pair of ducks (or loons?), and snapping pictures with my phone of the damp hillside and the daffodils.

What makes you think of spring? Do you have any special rituals you associate with the season? 

This Must Be

I've moved about twelve times since leaving home for university. I love traveling...I rather detest moving. I'm a planner, I like things to be figured out in advance and organized. Moving = chaos. Still, I'm excited about this journey and the place I'm about to live.

Moving house, 2008

 Found this in a file of poetry I wrote while packing up my apartment in 2008:


"The four square rooms of my flat are white, bare, and clustered with stray, over-filled  boxes. I stand in the middle of all this, unseeing, my mind already gone to my new home.

This must be what waiting for heaven is like."