tendrils and taproots

Thursday, November 10, 2016

stick season

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In New England this is "stick season" where everything is laid bare and we wait for the dark of winter to settle. It's a seaso...
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Friday, July 8, 2016

voiceless

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Feeling heartbroken, hopeless, worried, voiceless this morning. And also so grateful. So aware of the sheltered privilege of my life. Gr...
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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

a full circle

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The quote says I am the result of the love of thousands, but today I am only thinking of one. My grandmother was a varied and contradict...
Wednesday, July 8, 2015

water like mud

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Sometimes the days feel so heavy. Thick. I imagine waking up in the morning and slicing through the hours to come with grace and ease. Antic...
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Sunday, November 30, 2014

harper's birth story

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Harper Rose Allen was born on Saturday November 30th, 2013 at home in the water. *** My pregnancy with Harper was textbook and relative...
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Friday, October 24, 2014

gratitude

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I just had a moment. In the midst of the chaos and upheaval that is two small children in an old house mid-renovation I had a moment; when t...
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

parched

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The exhaustion comes in waves. Baby didn't sleep well. I didn't sleep well. That's nothing new. I never have been a good sleeper...
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