Tag Archives: Nature

Pressed Leaves Between the Pages of My Heart

Posted on November 7, 2022 by cynthianeale

Folio 1 – We take it all so personal – the leaf that delicately dances from the tallest tree and lands on your lap. Perfectly an oak leaf with the russet brown shiny skin. You happened to crane your neck … Continue reading →

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My Friend Crumpy

Posted on April 16, 2022 by cynthianeale

Butterfly season will soon be here and I will again become a mid-wife in helping monarch butterflies come into the world. In March, I was notified that my essay, My Friend Crumpy, was a top ten finalist in the Wild … Continue reading →

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Nature, Real or Fantasy?

Posted on April 8, 2014 by cynthianeale

I bought a new T-shirt because it’s April after a long, harsh winter and I need color. On the tag it says, “Nature is imagination itself” William Blake I often think that someday I’ll take the time to read more … Continue reading →

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All of Me, Why Not Take All of Me

Posted on August 7, 2012 by cynthianeale

“I quit!” is a liberating pronouncement often followed by walking away, slamming a door, hanging up the phone, packing a suitcase, writing a letter, driving away, or signing a document. Just after this utterance, one can almost hear the clanking … Continue reading →

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Grounded by a Snowy White Owl

Posted on February 24, 2012 by cynthianeale

The sun had cast shimmering gold flakes of light onto the sands at Plum Island in Newburyport, MA. It was difficult to not stray from the boardwalk and plop down on the soft piles of warmth. My husband and I … Continue reading →

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The Morning Show

Posted on December 4, 2011 by cynthianeale

I woke early and watched the show outside my kitchen window on this December morning. Silver frosting glistened on the lawn as the moon winked goodbye and the sun peeked at the day, one ray at a time. The sun … Continue reading →

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Pulling the Ticks Out of My Manuscript

Posted on January 14, 2011 by cynthianeale

I’m taking a break from pulling out ticks, possibly diseased ones, from my novel, Norah. I’ve tromped through this dense forest tale for a long time and I’ve tripped over roots, mostly my own; been bitten by bedbugs (yes, they … Continue reading →

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Celestial Christmas Ball

Posted on December 21, 2010 by cynthianeale

No doubt, the goddess of snow, Chione, daughter of the North Wind, was shrouding the dark evening sky whose neck was adorned with clustered sparkling jewels with a ruby in the center. I’ve read that these diamonds linger delicately between … Continue reading →

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