Tag: Friends

  • Home Away

    Home Away

    Two days ago I shared a scrapbook post that mentioned our “home away from home” and that subsequently referenced Curtain Bluff in Antigua (aka Wadadli). Immediate context was this welcome letter. That welcome letter and the sea urchin test (ie. shell) featured in that post. A fragile artifact from our home away from home… […]…

  • Sacred Exchanges

    Sacred Exchanges

    I awoke this morning thinking about Danusha Laméris’s poem, “Small Kindnesses”, and Rosslyn. Two discrete points of reference mingling, as if in conversation. Two planets passing, briefly eclipsing, a gravitational closeness, a tender but fleeting affinity, an ephemeral communion. The echo of a question in Laméris’s lines lingers. Like a hint, a glimmer of affirmation.…

  • Merry Christmas!

    Merry Christmas!

    Merry Christmas from our home to yours. We wish you merrymaking, loving laughter, a banquet shared, an opportunity to cherish “old chestnuts”, and the desire to dream up plans for new adventures. This evening’s post is a kind of scrapbook collection of images from our Rosslyn Christmas gathering with family and friends collaged together with…

  • Apple a Day

    Apple a Day

    Day’s end. Week’s end. A moment to reflect on the initiatives and accomplishments of the preceding days. Rain reprieve. Humidity normal. Productivity driven by deadlines approaching. A chair with a view of new lawn, old icehouse, reconfigured clay court, and an apple plucked from the orchard,… An apple a day, they say, keeps the doctor…

  • Among the Amish

    Among the Amish

    In keeping with the modesty of our Amish neighbors, this morning I would like to offer an understated but respectful nod to the family who have been helping us maintain and nurture Rosslyn’s grounds over the past year. No personal portraits and no names. No website and no Instagram handle. But plenty of respect and…

  • Frosty Ferrying into Rosslyn

    Frosty Ferrying into Rosslyn

    Heck of a homecoming my frosty ferry ride into Essex two weeks ago on January 25. Damp-cold. Socked in. Snowing. I was dropping in for team time, scope shuffle, timeline tuneup, perspective pivot, and a revitalizing dose of laughter with friends. Team Time As I’ve often touted, teamwork is the first, second, and third priority…

  • Kids, Friends and MSG

    “You’re right. We both could have careers,” she said. I nodded. “But could we really live full time in the boonies? Where the closest healthy supermarket is in Vermont, a ferry ride away?” “I could. I have.” “Maybe I could… Our friends here lead great lives, right?” “Right.” “They have so much more to talk…