July 2024

 

And just like that, the opening happened. 

The going big, the readying to shine. 

The invitation to witness this beauty, 

the quiet way of turning towards the light, 

even knowing what was yet to come. xo

 

June 2024

have you ever read the story the Iris tells

the inscription that lives to share the truth

the slow writing of time & beauty & love

the scratched reminders of what has been 

what shall be in the slowings of all things

look closely, she beacons, touch my hand

with the stems of your intricate unfolding

she pokes her nose into the air and waits

xo

 

May 2024

Yesterday, I rediscovered a photograph taken some time ago

the way the light reaches is one of my touchstones

for this thing to silently cross my vision

encouraging me to look more slowly

to breathe more deeply

to be that love

xo

under the feet

washed clean 

smooth stones

fill a pocket or moment or hours of awe

s l o w down

be still

know love

xo

 

There is something so hauntingly gorgeous in the witnessing of dying flowers: beauty surrenders.
Dropping petals and pieces, smells are pungent, carry memories of ones gone before. 
With the fading comes a softness: a gentle reminder of what one day shall be:
the giving back, the letting go, the last dance, the final fare thee well. 
xo

February 2024 

 

The four directions placed themselves, and I thought of the father, sun, sons, and ghosts. The woods called my name, and I raised my head and listened. No wind, only soft words coming from my heart. And still, I know I am an orphan to the ferns and spider webs. I am lost and found. Saved. 

And searching. xo

The above photo is one of many my son, Jesse Crossman, has taken. He has the eye and heart of a lover of nature and all things beautiful. I am honored to share the photo, as I am to share him with the world. I am honored to be the mother of children who pay deep attention to this sacred and special world and time. There is much grief, loss, and sadness to hold, yet if our moments can also be touched by one another, we can know we aren't alone; together, the weight of all things can be lifted toward the light. xo