home, sweet home.

i love this time of year. the winter skies are dramatic. the sweet smell of decaying leaves fills the air. the trees morph into their beautiful skeletal forms. the garden has been turned over and will rest until spring. and in this part of the country, soft falling snow tops the towering rocky mountains. i find myself pulling inward, working on projects at home, planning slow-cooking hearty recipes, pulling out the warm fuzzy sweaters. spending more time with friends inside with a hot cup of tea or a big glass of wine. anxious to see how this season and these feelings move my personal work.

it is  a time of retreat, contemplation, and rest. and i'm thankful for that.


  1. beautiful work Eileen , Wishing you , your family and all your cohorts a wonderful holiday season.


  2. thanks for letting us tag along on all your journeys this year...

  3. Winter - God's message to humans to slow down and relax....

    Great comments, Eileen. Enjoy the season and holidays.

  4. thanks, all. enjoy your winters as well. you're welcome, chad! my pleasure!


talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...

moving through. simply.

airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.

. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.