I have always loved snowy days; that’s how you know I am from the South. Seeing snow makes me giddy. If there is snow in the forecast I am more likely to run towards it than away. Back before 4 kids and 2 knee replacements, I was a skier. There are certain days, like today, … Continue reading Snowy Days
Nature
Spit Baths
January 7, 1973. Atlanta. I was 10. I remember it was cold. I remember hoping for snow. Instead, we got ice. Tons of it. The trees that were left standing were bent in half. Afterwards, it looked like a tornado had come through our area. Clean up took months. Regrowth of trees took years. The … Continue reading Spit Baths
Real Fall
Golden light filtered through my window creating a morning altar…the whole room alight with silent comfort. I rise and follow the light to my back porch, watching it rise and cover the valley. Filtering between the trees, waking the birds and their songs, even the tree frogs acknowledge the light. No creature is immune from … Continue reading Real Fall
National Treasures
It is no secret I am a nature lover. I feel connected to the trees. The birds are the soundtrack of my life. The babbling waters of creeks and rivers my companions. When a tree is cut down I feel it in my bones. I know it has to happen sometimes, but it hurts me. … Continue reading National Treasures
The Whirlwind…
There is a whirlwind blowing worldwide. It is disorienting. In the midst, the landscape is changing. From my window, I watch. From the safety of my chair, I see. It is alarming. It is scary when debris flies by, so close. Destruction seems so immanent. Inches away. For now, I am safe from where I … Continue reading The Whirlwind…
Memorial Day
I am struggling. There I said it. Seeing it on the page in black and white helps me define my last few weeks. It’s been almost 6 months since Dad passed, but for some reason I have had a wave of emotion that feels fresh and new. Painful again. I am aware that grief doesn’t … Continue reading Memorial Day
My Feet Know the Way
On the first step onto the trail, my feet found their place. Each step forward they seemed to carry me of their own accord. They were joyful to be back in the woods. Ecstatic to feel the dirt of the path. I have been avoiding the trails as of late. Not even aware I was … Continue reading My Feet Know the Way
The Storm
The rain on my rooftop stills my heart. The thunder rolls around and through the valley, reminding me that storms are mobile. They do not stay forever. The deluge pounds the shelter over my head. It rolls down outside my window like a waterfall, creating a familiar hiss. The lightning and thunder are having a … Continue reading The Storm
Hole in My Soul
I lost my voice. No talking for several days, shouting to create a whisper. Just as well. I haven’t had much to say lately. No words, at least. Lots of feelings. None that I can really describe. Turns out, a week or so of silence is just what I needed. There is no pressure to … Continue reading Hole in My Soul
Western NC
I feel like Western NC is an extension of my home. Having been in and around the NE Georgia mountains my whole life, it is only natural for this mountain-loving girl to have explored beyond my own mountains into those of NC. I have traveled the Blue Ridge Parkway numerous times. Gone to the Craftsman’s … Continue reading Western NC
Michelle's Mosaic 