by Abbe Rolnick | May 26, 2016 | Abbe's Notes
No thoughts, just actions. Morning rituals, bird songs, and the “ding” of time. ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | May 20, 2016 | Abbe's Notes
Social norms, learned in Kindergarten. My son’s new apartment complex in West Seattle— new ways of living in collective spaces for social and economic reasons. Shared singular lives, ruled by apartment choices. Small spaces- Shared cooking areas, a run for the...
by Abbe Rolnick | May 12, 2016 | Abbe's Notes
Parched dry, withered without water–death arrives. Hard words, hard realities. Yet we watch the plants strain and revive. Rooted, they adapt. Why can’t people do the same? ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | May 6, 2016 | Abbe's Notes
Did you hear the coyote this morning? I enjoy knowing creatures wonder about. Yesterday a deer stood still by the shop. So graceful, the leap back to forest safety. What we don’t see lies around us. We are never alone. ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 29, 2016 | Abbe's Notes
Nina Simone believed freedom was a life without fear. Some believe that choice defines freedom. And others are imprisoned by too many choices and no ability to decide. Frozen. Was there a choice with cancer? Was there fear? Was there freedom to understand within the...
by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 20, 2016 | Abbe's Notes
Mornings spoken, the language of birds awaken with the sun. Layered shades of green, dark with new light. The aroma of brewed coffee topped with steamed milk. Dressed in summer fare, I step out into the dawn of day. ~Abbe
