Well, mostly earlier today, save these two, which were taken last week, in the same good company, however. A new friend, Jennifer, and I, out walking. Discussing that word, friend, how often it is tricky and not quite enough, sometimes too much. In between oohing and aahing over the scent of pine, and how damn […]
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Feet, what do I need them for If I have wings to fly. Frida Kahlo The post Wings appeared first on Under a Red Roof.
One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things. Jean Rhys The post All Sorts appeared first on
choke cherry green mertensia pasque flower trumpet gooseberry sand lily yucca seed pod best friend ever white loco scarlet paintbrush three tooth ragwort old school litter – a pull tab!! One surprise, two surprise, three, and FIVE! First surprise – not a single contractor chez nous this weekend. A quiet house
In the silence of love you will find the spark of life. Rumi The post Spark appeared first on Under a Red Roof.
My third start on this post, words seemingly impossible to come by. Our bed, my comfort in this strange limbo. We are tired. Tired of being tethered to the house. Tired of waiting in spaces only temporarily organized while magic and building occurs. Tired of tradesmen filing in and out every day but Sunday. So […]
To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are Into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor Because it blooms up above. Fernando Pessoa The post
The hubster was out of town last week, arriving home late Friday. Lucky man missed the raucous madness and gawped come the light of morning at all that had been done. We spent the weekend catching up, with each other, with sleep, with lawn (ahem, dandelion) mowing, with errands, with food, with cuddles and quiet […
Boom! It is ON, and we are in the thick of it. The house is rocking and rolling, literally. It is loud, with five people moving and shaking, putting in new doors (top shot) grinding the metal of old windows (third) to put in the new (fourth). There is a shit ton of plastic and […] The post
Kindle the candle of intellect in your heart and hasten with it to the world of brightness. Nasir-i Khusraw The post Brightness appeared first on Under a Red Roof.
My not-so-little brother joined a new team of fire fighters and our Grandpa had the honor of pinning his new badge. Being a fire fighter takes an incredible amount of training and dedication, and I could not be more proud of him. And these pictures, such sweetness! The post
This photo is a double entendre. Rough, rocky, bumpy, crumbly as all get out. Our life at the moment. A wee glimpse: the one mostly working sink (the cold water doesn’t always turn off) in the house is in the basement bathroom. It is too small to put dishes in, so we fill cups with water […] The post
You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are a life. Eckhart Tolle The post One appeared first on Under a Red Roof.
Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness. Mary Oliver The post Hello appeared first on U
Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes. Annie Dillard The post Freely appeared first on Under a Red Roof.
Happy Wednesday, dear reader! A little peek at our work in progress. Dave our window guy takes the final boards from what once was a bay window in the living room. It didn’t really fit with the house, a 1950s brick ranch, and even if I had liked it, the base was almost entirely rotten […] The post
We had two snow storms in three days, the first ugly and brutal, with howling horizontal winds raging for more than eight ours, rattling brains and nerves, the hubster shoveling what was mostly ice in the dark once all had finally calmed down. But the second one left the whole of Colorado Springs blanketed in […]
We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky. Walter Mosley The post Break appeared first on
Flaked – I love Will Arnett as a buffoon and a villain, but wow, as a regular, slightly self-absorbed guy slowly coming to terms with being a man, he really shines. Friendship, relationships, the stories we tell, it’s all there. Nightcrawler – Egads, Jake Gyllenhall, what a creeper-doodle you play in th
We think it is calm here, or that our storm is the right size. William Stafford The post Storm appeared first on Under a Red Roof.
A fun Sunday afternoon in Manitou Springs, a twenty minute drive and decades leap into the past, reminding the hubster and I of every Western tourist stop of our childhood. We wandered and admired the eighties style arcade, old-timey thrift and gift shops, and scads of silver and turquoise (Squee!). Ravenou
In the morning, we walk in the thin cold air, marveling and giggling, at blue sky and wondrous sunshine, overflowing from every possible angle, inside, outside. No, we didn’t forget to turn off a light. Even our our basement is aglow in afternoon. This is our life now, the smell and feel of childhood with […]
People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the […] The post
Hello dear reader! I’ve come up from under a mound of boxes to say hello! We are in what we hope to be our forever house now (at least till death do us part), and I am running around like a crazy person trying to establish a sense of order. The house is filthy and […] The post
We were together. I forget the rest. Walt Whitman The post Forget appeared first on Under a Red Roof.
Don’t scorn your life just because it’s not dramatic, or it’s impoverished, or it looks dull, or it’s workaday. Don’t scorn it. It is where poetry is taking place if you’ve got the sensitivity to see it, if your eyes are open. Philip Levine The post
When I am thirsty, I gulp down water. I do not pause for breath, no matter the size of the glass. No matter if it dribbles down my chin and leaves me gasping for air. Satisfaction, happy at the sweet taste. Water. At first I thought this was a metaphor for my life – me […] The post
Nighttime walking, positively giddy with neon and gliding geese. Quiet and brisk, my hat pulled down over my ears, fingers laced with the hubster’s. Everything I don’t need to see is hidden, forgotten, mostly, save my worries and woes, which, thankfully, are few at the moment. Goodness, yes. Our little brick
trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward. e.e. cummings The post Backward appeared first on Under a Red Roof.
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. George Eliot The post blo