Red Cedar
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Tag: Writing
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”
Post #3300: My word of the year is study
I’ve been intentionally quiet in this space for a few months while trying to decide whether or not to roll everything I write into a single Substack account, or keep both the blog and the newsletter going. For the last couple of months, I’ve… Continue Reading “Post #3300: My word of the year is study”
Post #3291: Notebooks
I have a too-many notebooks problem at the moment. I have one titled The Journal of Endings in which I note and write about things coming to an end. I have a process journal for the book I was writing last year. I have… Continue Reading “Post #3291: Notebooks”
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