Sun's down by the time I leave today. But the light will fade for a while. I walk across the wet lawn in sandals. I am passing the stout apple tree when Mo calls to me that he's coming. He races across the lawn and down the path -- running is his favorite thing -- … Continue reading To the Pond: Come if you will
Walks to the Pond
To the Pond: The Secret Canoe
the secret canoe & blue kayak Today I water the ducks and pick up apples before I depart. It's late afternoon, the kids are at soccer with Josh. It's hot for the second to last day of summer. The sky, a stunning blue, feels like a portal of joy. The leaves look dry, some curling, … Continue reading To the Pond: The Secret Canoe
To the Pond:[1]
the beginning of the field At seven months pregnant I feel the need to turn inward towards privacy and protection, towards the quiet of aloneness. I long to burrow into my own warm nest of safety and let the world slide away. It's late September and the leaves are just beginning to turn. I had … Continue reading To the Pond:[1]
Emily Arnason Casey 