The Single Seat

Every Day We Show Up

Encouraged by this post? Receive an audio file of another story from the stage:The Single Seat. Subscribe to the quarterly{ish} newsletter in sidebar.  Every Monday during the winter, I drive into town. There, twenty young actors and a few directors gather to work. We block scenes so the actors know where they’re supposed to be, when. {Continue Reading}

Trout Lake Bridge

Overwhelm: A Bridge Toward Saner Living

J and I took our first trip to Yellowstone together twenty-two springs ago. As we zipped down the interstate ahead of schedule in the middle of the afternoon, I realized we could make it to the park that night. We could cancel our along-the-way reservation, drive to the Old Faithful Inn, and wake up already there rather {Continue Reading}

Midwinter Collage

Winter’s Good Graces {and Why to Keep Track}

The bleak midwinter, Christina Rossetti called it. And while her poem is lovely, living with continual strings of short, cold, sunless days is not. I believe that there is a time for everything, even bleak days. And yet. It’s at such times when my practice of pausing occasionally to ponder the path, to take stock of each season’s gifts and {Continue Reading}

Snow Crusted PIne

Seeing Blue Beyond the Grey {and Welcome!}

Because it intersects with two subjects which fascinate and teach me,  the rhythms of the seasons and Yellowstone, I bought a book, For Everything There is a Season: The Sequence of Events in the Grand Teton-Yellowstone Area. Through it, I see the general happening of Yellowstone’s year from afar. Week by week, it lays out which birds {Continue Reading}