Books, Writing, & The Cozy Life
How does Wendell Berry know what to say? This is from 2004: If we have become a people incapableof thought, then the brute-thoughtof mere power and mere greedwill think for us. If we have become incapableof denying ourselves anything,then all that we have will be taken from us. If we have no compassion, we will... Continue Reading →
Fridays are for collecting little moments of joy throughout the week. Typically I share a few pictures, but this is the second week in a row in which I have none! I'll try to break this trending habit next week and keep my phone nearby to snap the little moments to share here. https://youtu.be/OiXEpminPms I... Continue Reading →
Wendell Berry continues to sustain me. It is late November, Thanksgiving,and the slow rain falls as all dayit has fallen. The mists driftin the treetops along Camp Branch.The ewe flock grazes the green slopeas in a dream of a paintingby Samuel Palmer. There is no wind.It is completely quiet. From the distancecomes only the sound... Continue Reading →
Fridays around here are for sharing joyful moments from the week. Typically I share a handful of pictures and give a little update on our week. This week will be a little different because I took ZERO pictures! I've been feeling the stress from the election - and I'm sure you've been feeling it, too.... Continue Reading →
I wasn't going to share a poem this morning, but this, randomly, was the next poem in my book: All that patriotism requires, and all that it can be,is eagerness to maintain intact and incorruptthe founding principles of the nation, and to preseveundiminished the land and the people. If national conductforsakes these aims, it is... Continue Reading →
On Friday mornings I spend time reflecting on the joy that I found during the week. One of my goals in 2020 was to take more pictures of the little moments - I share them here each week to keep me accountable. This week? The beauty (hassle?) of leaves in late fall and a fun... Continue Reading →
Hello. Yes, I'm back with another Wendell Berry poem that showed up in the perfect moment. I'd almost decided that I wouldn't share one today, but... the message arrived, right on time! We travelers, walking to the sun, can't seeAhead, but looking back the very lightThat blinded us shows us the way we came,Along which... Continue Reading →
On Fridays I share a few pictures of the week. Today I'm sharing freshly bloomed roses, an orange maple tree, and snow! Art classBug waiting in the drop off lineA rose just bloomed. What?!Our maple tree this week. The parking lot at Canon Mountain ski resortThis picture didn't capture how much the mountain glowedPiles from... Continue Reading →
Zettelkasten, a system for collecting and organizing notes, has been around since the 1500s. Today I'm thinking about ways to utilize it in my own life. Here's my romantic vision: a little office with a desk and a computer in a corner, while the remaining walls are covered, floor to ceiling, with library card catalogs.... Continue Reading →
And hasn't it been such a costly year? 2020 feels unredeemable in so many ways. But here's some thoughts from Wendell Berry. By expenditure of hope,Intelligence, and work,You think you have it fixed.It is unfixed by rule.Within the darkness, allIs being changed, and youAlso will be changed. Now I recall to mindA costly year: Jane... Continue Reading →
The Cozy Burrow 