Getting back on the horse (pose)
Yesterday, I got back on the horse of my old life … pre-pandemic, pre-move-from-Washington life: I taught Holy Yoga, live and in-person. Continue reading Getting back on the horse (pose)
Tag: spring
Living as a new leaf (spring 2021)
The return of spring reminds me of lessons learned driving in Japan and helps me see our emergence from pandemic restrictions in a new way. Continue reading Living as a new leaf (spring 2021)
Turkey update: the hunter
Is it possible to become too attached to wild turkeys? For the time being I say all’s well that ends well. Continue reading Turkey update: the hunter
April 18, Minnesota style
If you’re not from Minnesota, you might be surprised … if you are from Minnesota, you won’t blink an eye. Continue reading April 18, Minnesota style
Turkey time
The turkeys are busy these days — these guys were singing back and forth across the street. Continue reading Turkey time
What do you see?
An embarrassing indicator of lazy lawn maintenance? Something to be pulled or poisoned? Or a harbinger of picnics and frisbee matches, a source of nutritious greens, a reminder of childhood, when a dandelion held under your chin made your skin glow, betraying your “love of butter”? (Or was that just my family’s saying?) Perspective is everything. If I can decide to love or hate dandelions, … Continue reading What do you see?
Three minor epiphanies of the week
1. Some dogs don’t mix well with stuffed animals. 2. Simply hoping can make gardening dreams come true. 3. I hold onto strange items. For years. What are you holding onto? Feel free to confess it — leave a reply — below. Continue reading Three minor epiphanies of the week
The messiness that is Mother’s Day
The Mother’s Day I remember best from my childhood was when I was 8 or 9 and trying so hard to be a good daughter. I banished my mom from the kitchen and stirred up a chocolate cake mix, poured the batter into a pan, right up to the rim, placed it in the oven and soon smelled smoke. Peering through the little window, I saw … Continue reading The messiness that is Mother’s Day
Where spring throws off her shirt
I’ve called the Pacific Northwest home for nearly a decade, and yet its version of springtime still shocks me. I come from Minnesota, where spring follows sepia-toned winters, gray skies and brown landscapes that give way to white skies and white landscapes. Now and then these scenes are punctuated by periods of pure yellow sunshine that emanate from heavens of brilliant blue, turning ice-encrusted trees and snowdrifts into piles of diamonds. Western Washington winters … Continue reading Where spring throws off her shirt
Sarah Coomber 