May Day, Arbor Day, and Every Day – “I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree”
This year and moving forward, what are you doing to show our Mother that you love her?
Today we recognize the 574 tribes of Native Americans in the U.S. today and the millions who were here when we took their homes.
Living in a city can mean continuous bombardment by noise. But leaf blowers are always jarring. Enjoying tranquility in our yards and parks is priceless. Where do YOU find serenity in nature?
Today is the birthday of Beatrix Potter, who reminds us that imagination can be the glue that binds us to home.
Why does one place feel like home and another place, while beautiful or lovely in many ways, does not? How is it that I don’t care much for Tuscany, when it is so well-renowned for its beauty? To put it simply (very simply), places… Continue Reading “Imprints of Home: Fragments We Carry, Wherever We Are”
The landscape of our childhood is imprinted on our psyches and stored in our bodies. The places where we played will always be home.
Our hometown is always part of us, even when we move away, even if it no longer feels like home. It is almost part of our genetic history. We come from this family. We are part of this tribe.
A new friend recently gifted me with the book, Between Silence and Light: Spirit in the Architecture of Louis I. Kahn, by John Lobell. I vaguely knew about Kahn. He is the subject of the 2003 documentary, My Architect, and he designed the Kimball… Continue Reading “Honor the Material”
“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” – Anne Bradstreet (Puritan Colonialist, poet, mother of eight, (1612-1672) When I was growing up, kids were allowed to play outside unsupervised. In fact, it was the norm. Even the expectation. No questions asked.… Continue Reading “Winter Memories and Home”
I LOVE Summer. It’s my favorite season. I’ve always preferred to be miserably hot than even slightly cold. Cold makes me irritable. Heat just makes me lazy. I can live with lazy. Especially in the summer. My love of summer goes back to Michigan… Continue Reading “Summertime”