Red Cedar
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Tag: Writing
Post #3310: Serious thinking
I had a meeting with someone in a somewhat job adjacent field last week. He was young, maybe only 28 or so, but knew what he was talking about, and took himself very seriously. Not in an imperious/obnoxious way, but in the way of… Continue Reading “Post #3310: Serious thinking”
Post #3307: Crossroads
I had a very busy weekend, and somehow managed to take no photos of any of it – so I’m leading this morning with a photo taken down the road from our cabin in October. Between the yellows of autumn and the first frosts… Continue Reading “Post #3307: Crossroads”
Post #3305: What next?
The last few days have been a blur of house guests and a weekend-long community event that took over the arts hall with the textile/social/art event Refugia. I’m so grateful for the day off work today to recover from it all and nurse the… Continue Reading “Post #3305: What next?”
Post # 3303: Playing a new fiddle
I’ve spent the past month purchasing a new violin — a process that moved much faster than I expected when I first started looking at the end of the summer. Though I’ve played on and off for most of my life (starting at the… Continue Reading “Post # 3303: Playing a new fiddle”
Post #3301: Life in the trees
I went for a walk in the woods yesterday, for the first time in quite awhile. Since having covid in the spring – I’ve been cold a lot and also a bit lazy. I’ve never had anything like “long-covid”, but both times I’ve had… Continue Reading “Post #3301: Life in the trees”
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