A Year of Firsts

Rediscovering magic in the everyday.

memories

  • Wrapped

    Over the past week, my Instagram was flooded with my friends’ Spotify Wrapped images and videos. Do you get those?  Up until recently, I haven’t been a Spotify user, so I don’t get a “wrapped.” There certainly is something about December that makes you want to count up all of your goods and bads, successes Read more

  • Apathy is (not) hot

    I have not been able to help myself from looking at the endless internet discourse on Taylor Swift since the release of her new album. My Lord. People have some VERY serious opinions about these 12 pop songs. Some people think it is her worst album ever. Others are scanning her yearbook to figure out Read more

  • Knots

    I remember my dad packing a bunch of something in the back of a truck with me. I don’t know if it was one of the many times I moved, or a vacation, or some other occasion where I was moving a bunch of stuff from point A to point B. He would remind me Read more

  • Tangibles and Intangibles

    This week, my husband pointed out that our kousa dogwood had its first ever blossoms. Several years ago my mother-in-law, knowing that I really wanted one, came to visit and presented me with a long stick with a root ball that she had placed in her trunk. When I asked her what it was, she Read more

  • A Legacy of Just for Fun

    This morning I was getting River ready for the bus, doing a few items on my own to-do list, and mentioned I was thinking about what to write today. River knows I love writing, and that I do it all the time, and she is aware of the blog, but hasn’t read it.  Without missing Read more

  • Garden Walk

    Whenever my mother-in-law would come to visit us, she would hug the people, go to the bathroom, get a glass of water (which would still be half full when she left), and then, “How about a garden walk?” It was always in that order of priority. And always, without fail, at every visit, the plants Read more

  • The Waves

    Yesterday I was in a yoga nidra class. Not a life first for me, but a first in a long time as I haven’t gone to any in person yoga classes in years. As part of the class, the teacher led us through a guided meditation at a beach, where the waves were rolling in Read more

  • Jumping for Joy

    If your quest is to find joy, the most obvious place to start is by jumping. I took my daughter to a trampoline park and instead of just watching from a couch, or modestly following her around in grip socks like I did when she was a toddler, I committed to the bit. I paid Read more