acres of sky · Chill December · home · Indigo day · Winter

The rhythm of a simple spirit


I am not much of a resolution maker. I do like to choose a word for the year though, and this year I’ve chosen the word hope.

I also like to reset my own inner rhythm and with that the rhythm of my days.

I have become accustomed to both a morning routine and an evening routine.

These routines set up my day and allow me to run smoothly and also calm me at evening so that I sleep well and am prepared for tomorrow.

At the beginning of the new year I reevaluate my daily tasks, my thought processes, and the position that my heart is in.

I try to tune in to the natural world around me and find a simple and spiritual rhythm to set my inner metronome to.

Yes, there are storm in nature. Waves that crash errantly against the shore but under the chaos there is the rhythm of tide…ebb and flow, ebb and flow, ebb and flow.

I know there will be times throughout the year that may be filled with chaos, sorrow, and even joy…things that will not be under my control – things that I cannot know or even think of yet.

It’s the rhythm of the tide that I seek…they rhythm of the earth spinning, the sun and the moon and the stars. The rhythm of the seasons changing, the rhythm of my own heart beating and the rhythm of my own lungs breathing in and breathing back out again.

And when I have sat still enough to feel this rhythm…then I begin to add my own dance within it. A place for morning worship and evening prayer, a place for daily tasks and for self-care, a place for those I love, a place for driving to work and coming home again at end of day.

My own circadian rhythm that beats with the ocean, the leaves on the trees, the sun, and the seasons.


acres of sky · beloved · Chill December · Green day · Winter

Family Friday


Saturday was our family Christmas gathering. Abigail and Verne were the stars of the show!

My sister’s eyesight is improving. She is able to see very large type but things are still quite hazy. We had much to celebrate. She is holding an orange clove pomander that wee made in honor of the winter solstice. My aunt is one pointing at it.

We spent Christmas Day at my daughter’s house. It was a treat to be able to spend so much time with Verne and Abigail.

We took the back roads home from my daughter’s house on Christmas Day. We drove past the pond around the corner from her house and it was frozen over and filled with a family having an impromptu hockey game together after their Christmas dinner.

Joe fell asleep in his recliner on Christmas Eve while wearing his Santa hat. I couldn’t resist sneaking a picture…he made me think of Santa taking a well deserved rest.


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acres of sky · Autumn · Chill December · purple day

Star of wonder


The good

Just around the corner from our home is the harbour and the boat yard. At Christmas time they hang a giant star from the crane and it shines down over Marblehead. I took this picture through a window in my house just at sunrise, so it’s not the greatest quality. The star represents Christianity, Judaism, and the lights that sailors use for guidance and navigation. To me it also symbolizes the hope that one day we will all live together in peace and love, and the joy that even if it’s just in a very small town, for a very short season, we light it up for all to see.

The fun

Down at the harbour even the lobster boats sport red and green buoys!The random

The random

Every year during the Christmas walk, the Glover regiment out of Marblehead (re-enactors) read a proclamation declaring how the sailors and soldiers of Marblehead helped General Washington to take his historic ride up the Potomac river. They fire their muskets three times and then they row across the harbour in tribute to the men of Marblehead who fought in the Revolutionary War.

May God bless and keep you always,

may your wishes all come true,

May you always do for others

And may others do for you.

May you build a ladder to the stars

And climb on every rung…

And may you stay, forever young.

Bob Dylan


The good, the random, the fun

acres of sky · Autumn · Friday · Hopie · kinfolk

Friends and family Friday


My granddaughter is recovering nicely after surgery to repair a cleft palate. For six weeks she has to wear braces on her arms so that she can’t bend her elbows to put anything into her mouth. They can be removed as long as some one is watching her and she’s only got four weeks left to go.

I came home from work on Friday to find that my brother and his fiancĂ©, Larry and Heather, had left a gift for me on my coffee table…Mumpkins!

I put them in the front window and I see them when I walk into the house. So sweet.

One day at work I glanced out the window to close the blinds at nap time and noticed a giant praying mantis on the deck. I haven’t seen one in years.

I have been taking a class to become certified as a Montessori teacher. It is every Saturday from 8:00 to 5:00 and runs through June. We follow the academic calendar so if there is no school then we have the Saturday before off.

Still though….it’s a lot of Saturdays that I would rather be doing something else, even if it’s laundry.

The nice thing is that once I get there I really enjoy it.

On Sunday I spent the day with my grandchildren. My daughter and son-in-law were hosting a turkey dinner for a group of friends and everyone was helping to cut away some tree saplings from the fences along their property line.

I love being with them. It’s so inspiring to see how their group of friends help one another.

The windows in our apartment are finally done! Because the house is in old town Marblehead the owner had to get permission from the historical committee and the choices were limited. We love what they chose and they look so pretty! They are very efficient as well and that will help with our heating costs this winter.


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a simple garden · acres of sky · summer · Windows of light

The rhythm of a seed


Just beyond the wildflowers and grasses is the mouth of the harbour. Fishing boats and sailboats and some bigger boats than those pass by this little spot at Fort Sewell and have for centuries. Old Ironsides even sailed past one day slyly evading the British.

The flowers remain here at the water’s edge through it all though. Every year they rise up, scatter seed, and fall back down to earth.

Perhaps not the very largest of jobs and yet it’s important enough for a little flower and for me as I sit next to it and watch the evening settling over the Atlantic.


Little things thursday