Winslow Eliot Interview at WebbWeavers
Interview posted on WebbWeaver’s great review and interview site! Here’s my favorite question they asked me: Read more…
Interview posted on WebbWeaver’s great review and interview site! Here’s my favorite question they asked me: Read more…
a big surprise; Mont St. Michel; gazing into the crystal ball and seeing…
gliding along the canal; relinquishing old habits; a saxophone player practicing on the terrace across the street.
a small yellow leaf; meeting fairies in Kensington Gardens at dusk; playing chess.
filling the kettle and getting a cushion and a book; exhilarated; strange clouds painted on the sky.
firing up the kiln; the sweetness of fresh dates in the desert; a moment alone.
knowing when to stand your ground and when to retreat; healing the wound; the fragrance from a spice store in Istanbul.
the sword appearing in the mist rising from the lake; frosted carrot cake; eight hummingbirds in the flowering quince.
a rain goblin jumping out of your way when you splash in a puddle; the garden filled with fireflies in the evening; following the signs.
sailing into Santorini harbor; freshly painted toenails; dancing all night while the moon rises.
relaxing in the sauna; a cornucopia of plenty; finding a sea shell that’s blue as the sky.
composting with worms; the cooler nights coming; entering the cave.
the ocean turning into a sea of pearls; lying in a cornfield, watching meteor showers; invited to the dance.
conducting a symphony; a field of wild gladiolas; the power of kindness.
the night sky lit up with shooting stars; discovering what’s at the top of the old lighthouse; dreaming of being kissed.
the osprey diving; taking a long balloon ride; the moment just before untying the ribbon.
full moon over Moorea; seven pelicans landing; listening to light banter.
finding a four-leaf clover; the wind and the waves; wrestling with an idea.
your favorite year; a small cottage in Cornwall; regaining strength.
a small wave saying a small thing; jacaranda in bloom; expressions of empathy from strangers.
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers
One of my grandmother’s – and my mother’s – favorite tenets in life was this: “Don’t let your possessions possess you.”
Traveling as they both did, during tumultuous times, when you could count on very little, and yet both of them owning some of the loveliest items in the world (an antique Renaissance dining table, exquisite Victorian glassware from my grandmother’s grandmother, rare Florentine leather-bound books, signed paintings from aspiring and famous artists), it must have been hard to know what was important to keep and what was important to let go.
When my mother was ten years old, she and her family were living in a tiny fishing village in Caldes d’Estrach in Spain. When civil war erupted in the late 1930’s, they were ‘rescued’ by a British destroyer that moved into the bay to evacuate them, since they were the only Americans residing in that area. My mother and her brother and sister were told they could only bring three things with them: a bathing suit, a sweater, and evening dress. […]
My beloved mother!