My mailbox exploded

Today, my mailbox exploded–with color, texture, amazing creativity, brilliant hues, mindfulness, incredible thoughtfulness–art from readers of 37days who were assigned random essays to illustrate. Oh, my, what an incredibly generous group of...

37days on your wrist

Sometimes we need reminders to make the most of our 37 days, don’t we? Several readers have asked about the 37days jewelry that I’ve posted here before–I had a few pieces made by a wonderful artist in Santa Fe for my older daughter, Emma. Sarah has...

My whole self saying and singing

Variation on a Theme By Rilke (The Book of Hours, Book I, Poem 1, Stanza 1) A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me — a sky, air, light: a being. And before it started to descend from the height of noon, it leaned over and struck my...

A literary barn raising

There is incredible, beautiful art flowing into my mailbox from around the world. The diversity of the creative spark that has gone into these works is just astounding to me. It’s clear from each one how much thought and mindfulness has informed them. I am...

The days are nouns: touch them

DailyThese shriveled seeds we plant, corn kernel, dried bean, poke into loosened soil, cover over with measured fingertips These T-shirts we fold into perfect white squares These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl...