Emily’s writing desk

When I watched Dickinson on Apple TV, I loved how she had her writing desk pushed up against the wall under the window.

Why didn’t I ever think of pushing a writing desk up against the wall under the window?

Why?

What an opportunity lost! I began scanning all the rooms in my house for walls that I might push a writing desk up against with windows I might push a writing desk under. I narrowed it down to three, but one of them was in my daughter’s room, and I don’t think she’d take kindly to my positioning one there.

But I might anyway! Her room has the best light at the time of day that I often write. Also, and maybe more importantly, the wall in her room has nothing in that spot (not true of the aforementioned other windows), thereby officially making it the path of least resistance. Keep reading

My new (literary) girl crush

Emily Dickinson‘s poems have always appealed to me, ever since I can remember.

When I saw Apple TV’s series Dickinson was coming out, I was excited to see it. Thank you, Apple TV, for allowing me to watch the first two episodes free.

I was transfixed. Literally spellbound. I LOVED it. I loved the music. I loved Emily. Actress Hailee Steinfeld plays Emily as if she were a modern day woman living in the 1800’s. The effect of this is incredible. As I watched, she made me wonder how I would have survived if I lived in her time. I don’t think I would have done very well. My heart was full watching Hailee’s Emily struggle to be herself in a world where a woman being brave enough to be her true self was not welcome. [Wait, things really haven’t changed very much, have they?] Keep reading

Primroses

I used to buy a primrose every year in January or February and then plant it in the yard in the spring.

I first began doing this the year my mother died to honor her memory, and then continued doing it after that because it brought me comfort.

After a while, I had quite a beautiful primrose garden going. When we moved to a new house, though, I suddenly had trouble finding primroses that looked good at the time that I wanted them, and slowly my practice died off.

This year, I was just running into Hannaford to grab some groceries quick and there they were. All those pretty little primrose faces looking up at me, waiting for me. A beautiful yellow one came home with me. Keep reading

Grounding in the dark

I love sleep.

When I don’t have to be at work or at an appointment early, my first impulse is always to sleep in. To sleep late. To luxuriate under the covers with no demands made on me.

When my husband has to be up early, I get up with him and see him off, and then I make myself a cup of coffee and take it back to bed. I might drink half of it but then I go back to sleep.

This feels like a total gift.

Other times, however, I stay up. Like today. I went outside in the dark and looked at the sky. I looked at the snow. I smelled the air. I breathed it all in. I felt the crunching ice under my boots. I realized that being outside in the dark at this early hour was helping me feel grounded in place. It conveyed an “I am right where I am supposed to be” feeling to me that helped me feel calm and centered. Connected not only to the physical world but to myself, as well as to all of the other people that might have also been up early, looking up at the sky. Keep reading