Earlier this year, I attended the funeral of a grumpy – but much-beloved – rabbit.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew there would be wine, and I was supposed to bring a yoga mat, but that was pretty much the extent of the research I’d done. I’d seen an Instagram ad for an event at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden (which is pretty much my NYC happy place) called…
Light. It’s a five-letter word with incredible impact. Without it, we cannot see. With it, so much is illuminated. Light was my #oneword365 for 2021, and it changed me. I’d challenged myself to look for light in all of its various forms, and while I didn’t actually succeed in posting a photo every day, especially…
A few weeks ago, I bundled up and went to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden in the dark. The Garden had put together a lovely after-hours winter solstice walk, and I wandered slowly down the guided path, listening to Celtic music and learning about plants significant to the season: yew, oak, birch, mistletoe, holly, ivy, pine….
The New York Times recently ran an article called “A Season of Grief and Release,” which shares an incredibly accurate depiction, through personal stories and photographs, of what the past few months have been like in New York City. I dare say that, while the timelines and specifics will vary for all of us depending on where we live and how our…
