On Gratitude: Phoebe Speaks

Writing from a small bed in Freeport, Maine, where Bill, Liam and I are holed up in the midst of a wild, wild weekend of graduation ceremonies:

Everyone loves a grateful person. Conversely, people who act as if the world owes them something just for drawing breath are somewhat less popular, unless they're really good looking or rich and thus somehow mysteriously entitled to respect and

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Two Days in May

Dang, this is a
strange and wild spring. It was January until about April 25; people
were saying it wasn't April 25; it was the 115th of January. And that's
exactly how it felt, like the winter that would never end. Then it ended
and BOOM, on the first of May I walked into the greenhouse and all the
plants that had been basking in its gentle warmth were suddenly and
inexorably being

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Wakeup Call: Hitting the Wall

I've been waking up early this spring. Like 4 AM early. So it was no biggie when I opened my eyes in my hotel room in Hendersonville, NC at 4:45 AM on Sunday, April 29. What was a big deal was seeing the ceiling moving. It was disconcerting to have the room spinning crazily around me, and no fun alcohol overindulgence to explain it. I closed my eyes and somehow drifted back to sleep. Opened

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In My Car, I'm Gone to Carolina

A little rattled, but hugely
grateful.


That
pretty much describes how I feel about this spring. OK, I'll expand and
say it's how I feel about my life lately. Some things have happened in the last three weeks that amount to an arm-grab from the Universe, letting me know that I'm not a superhero. Or even half of one.


A
bit of magnetic removable Subaru decoration from my friend Valerie

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A Strong Wind's Gonna Blow

Egad. It's been awhile. Three weeks feels like an eternity in the
Zickiverse of sharing. Sharing beauty and all the good stuff makes me
happy. Conversely, when I don't have time to sit down and edit (or even
upload) my photos; when I don't have time to think about what it all
means, because it's going by too fast, I get kind of unhappy, restless,
blocked. So. Here I am. Had a really hideous

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