Elizabeth Duvivier

It’s a month of birthdays over here plus the lovefest that St. Valentine showers down on us this shortest month of the year, but February has also been something of a wild flurry (HA!) of delays, struggles and fatigue as winter, otherwise known as the snowpocalypse, continues to have its way with us. Whew.  Snow, yes — we see you.  Your presence has been made known. So you will understand how challenging it has been for me to express the wellspring of gratitude I felt … View Post

photo credit:  Christine Chitnis REGISTRATION WEEK.  Yes! My most favorite part of the year.  Crazy right?  You’d think it would be digging out twinkle lights or coming in to the dining hall to see the wildly creative projects every one has on display in our pop-up art gallery or one of the other thousand lovely traditons that have blossomed over the years. But this is really it for me.  What’s more, I hope I never lose the excitement of opening envelopes to see what classes … View Post

me, dancing on the dock at sunrise photo credit:  TORY WILLIAMS Two weeks ago I went on a retreat in the UK.  It’s not often that I get to go on retreats myself and it’s always an eye-opener as I remember what it feels like to be unsure, wondering why I was ever nuts enough to sign up for it in the first place and cursing myself in the days leading up to it that I could have possibly thought it was a good idea. … View Post

Always maintain a kind of summer even in the middle of winter. ~ Henry David Thoreau Spoiler alert:  I am all about the summer.  As pretty as September might be (and for the record, she can be rather spectacular in this part of the world), she is always tinged with sadness for me — her cooler temps and reddening leaves can only mean one thing:  it’s time for me to head to Australia! Kidding!!<—! Actually, I am headed to the UK next week and even … View Post

Henry and me, 31 July 2013 photo by:  Kaitlyn Bouchard Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.    ~ Rachel Carson  On Friday, I … View Post