Christina Rosalie

Posts tagged “A Field Guide To Now

Life In The Present Tense: A Field Guide To Now ~ Thanking my backers

Posted on November 7, 2011

I’d want to start this week off with sharing (finally) many of the incredible Kickstarter Backers who made this book dream of mine real. These are only the folks who have an online space to share with the world. Together with many others, they believed in this idea when it was just a glimmer in my eye–before I had any kind of real plan, any proposal on paper, any chapters written; when the whole thing consisted of a handful of drafts and a heart full of longing.** I can’t even describe how powerful it is to have people back you. How it makes things real, how it makes you be accountable and your very best self. How generosity is at the root of so…

How summer passed while I was becoming the work

Posted on October 27, 2011

I didn’t realize I’d missed it until I was standing at the window by the wood stove looking out over the hills that have shrugged off nearly all the amber and vermillion leaves of autumn, revealing the skeleton crowns of sugar maples and birches and alders, that I’d missed summer. The tall wild grass in the fields bends over now, like praying nuns, each rustling frond keeping the secret prayer of burrowing beetles, ants, wasps. The fields have begun to turn brown. Wood smoke hangs in the air. The corn, late to ripen, has finally been cut. And all the while that it was lush and green, I was indoors, with terrible posture and paint on my jeans, or in class, or traveling to…

in this moment

Posted on February 5, 2011

Just stopping in quickly to say hello this morning with these photos from my sunny, sunny bedroom… and to nudge you to go play. Do one thing. Today. You’ll be so happy. (Promise.) I’m finishing a big milestone for the book today (later than I’d hoped. Typing with fingers crossed makes things difficult.) And it feels good and terrifying and true to my heart. I wish I could tell you more, but I don’t want to jinx it. Today I’m crushing on this sweet song. Reading the archives over at Slow Pony Home. And swooning over every single afternoon here.