In regard to 2021
In regard to 2021, I’m mostly looking toward its months with hope. I hope for surprises. I hope to be surprised in 2021. That’s it. That’s…
Being okay
“Do I contradict myself?Very well then I contradict myself,(I am large, I contain multitudes.)” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass My mom wore the pastel purple scarf I…
Zigzag, huff puff
Seven days ago I was in Colorado looking for signs of elk with my husband. We hiked for six hours. The sweat poured down my arms…
Envy when we don’t know what we want
An illustration of geese makes me slow my haphazard flipping. On the next page, the italicized words are what make me park: “May I love those…
Not so obvious beauty
Her face was redder than mine. More wrinkly too. She was older, that’s why. I probably noticed it only because in recent months I’ve been watching…
Going fast, narrow lens, listening
I locked the keys in my car a few weeks ago in the grocery store parking lot. It was especially unfortunate because I don’t know how…
With our whole body
In the letters I wrote this week, I felt an awareness of the whole body. I wrote letters to mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, aunts,…
Beauty gets us through
When John came home last Friday night, we immediately scarfed down dinner and then went for an hour and a half walk with the packs. He’s…
Aiming for becoming (& a comfy chair)
A few weeks ago, before all the craziness that is COVID-19, I cornered the man I love most in the world and word vomited on him:…
A message from the robin perched outside my window
For the full effect, press play on this. Then, let it play while you return to read the words below. Over the weekend, John and I…
ALEXIS SWENSON 