Thursday, June 20, 2013

romney roving

























Butter.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

new



























We settle into the comfort of the familiar- a cherished woolen blanket
passed down from my mother's mother to me.
The routine of our day lulls us to sleep in the rocking chair
Papa carved from cedar wood. 
His hands strong and sure and spotted from the sun.

We can rest in this moment-forget the lessons from our past

tied up in the loosely bound paperbacks of the attic.
Then surrender completely
to the uncertainty of tomorrow's
new day.