“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” — Anne Bradstreet Cold mornings call for hot chocolate, candle-glow, a cozy robe, a favorite book, and warm memories. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed withoutContinue reading “20 Degrees at 5 am”
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Possibility of Snow
“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” — Edmund Hillary Anticipating the cold, knowing that sharp drop and freezing wind might bring snow, and while my heart longs for the warmth and light of spring, I think it might beContinue reading “Possibility of Snow”
Nesting
For I have given rest to the weary and joy to the sorrowing.”—Jeremiah 31:25 Our little nooks, the comfy spaces in our homes or little arbors in tiny gardens, the places we feel safe, nestled in, protected — when the world seems filled with reckless abandon, when you feel hope fading, find a pleasant recessContinue reading “Nesting”
For Granted
*1: to assume (something) as true, real, unquestionable, or to be expected 2: to value (something or someone) too lightly: to fail to properly notice or appreciate (someone or something that should be valued) Indoor plumbing, clean water that is always nearby, a home with walls, a real floor, a roof, shoes, socks, coats— clothingContinue reading “For Granted”
Familiar Rhythms
After a trial, once the storm has passed, those hours after your heart has been beating so fast, in the still-falling hush once you can breathe again, you find solace in the simplest gifts, the quiet of evening, your own favorite chair, the way sunset casts light through a parted curtain, and you settle intoContinue reading “Familiar Rhythms”
Centennial Park
Community, then, is an indispensable term in any discussion of the connection between people and land. — Wendell Berry We watched the day end along our city’s skyline, the October night harkening back to all that makes community special — the flavors, smells, sights, sounds that remind you of where you live now, and whileContinue reading “Centennial Park”
Sanctuary
Home is the nicest word there is. — Laura Ingalls Wilder The ache for home lives in all of us. — Maya Angelou You sigh in the evenings, long releases, chimes that mark the twilight hours, you hold memory, years of living that show in each scar from aging, you are so familiar that evenContinue reading “Sanctuary”
A Beautiful Denouement
The last lingering hour before bed, stars become twinkle lights, a gentle wind dances through the darkened leaves, and you check the doors, put the house to sleep, one room and then the next, until you reach me, one candle left to extinguish, one last kiss, and we fall into dreams until morning. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “A Beautiful Denouement”
It Becomes…
I consider the walls, a protection from weather and intruders, an allowance for privacy, a safe place for all of our things, … but it is so much more than this…. It becomes a sanctuary, a holding place for prayers and dreams and tears and laughter. Joy and the inevitable pain cling to walls andContinue reading “It Becomes…”
Dawn
I write in purple ink, lean into the lavender and lilac hues of blooms, linger in the violet and orchid sounds that resonate in the deep vibrations of the cello, dream of fields of thistle and heather, live in moods of mauve and periwinkle, long to paint my home with the dust of amethysts, allowContinue reading “Dawn”