by Natalie Ogbourne | | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Fall is traditionally my favorite season. Its crisp leaves and cool air combine to make it a time I want to linger on indefinitely. This one is half-gone and I’ve kind of missed it. At least that’s what I thought before I took a look back. I haven’t missed anything....
by Natalie Ogbourne | | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Seasons–the days, the weeks, and even the months they are made of–are easy things for me to give away. I saw this tendency when my son and daughters were small and I referred to them as the age they would be on their next birthday rather than the...
by Natalie Ogbourne | | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
While the rest of the world waited for February 2 and Punxsutawney Phil to declare just how many more weeks winter would hold on, I looked to February 1. That was the date I allowed myself to count the days until my kids would be done with school and...
by Natalie Ogbourne | | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Yesterday I hurried into Walmart for a few things and emerged–much more slowly–pushing a cart. Right outside the door I caught the fragrance of something I’d seen but not stopped to appreciate on the way in: flowers for sale. It was the...
by Natalie Ogbourne | | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
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...
by Natalie Ogbourne | | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
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...