~thankful thursday~ hope and home

At some point the next day I will remember that it doesn’t matter what the reading on the gratitude gauge says, what matters is showing up for it. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ hope and home

~thankful thursday~ the helpers

Into the isolation room she would hustle when the morphine drip beeped its ā€œdownstream occlusionā€ alarm, proclaiming, ā€œit’s the song of my people!ā€ And would joke along with us about how Nancy was just trying to get us to change the subject. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ the helpers

~thankful thursday~ shine-dripping

I saw her appreciate simple pleasures in those last days she spent in her house, things I hadn’t seen her do before. She spun the prisms in her window at sunset and watched rainbows dance around the ceiling. She delighted in a squishy silicone ring I bought her as a placeholder for the wedding ring she had misplaced. She said yes every time I suggested going for a walk. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ shine-dripping

~thankful thursday~ collecting butterflies

Collecting butterflies while not vacationing is a lot like practicing gratitude. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ collecting butterflies

~summer shorts~ survivor

Wings made of something as fragile as tissue paper or gauze stretched across the thinnest wire, would melt in heavy rain, would shred in strong wind, would shatter in a freeze. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ survivor

~summer shorts~ thrive

So many of our Western Tiger Swallowtail friends have been hanging around this last week since our butterfly bush bloomed. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ thrive

~rainbow mondays~ monarchs and miracles

Miracles… like a lost wedding ring found… . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ monarchs and miracles

~rainbow mondays~ being ok

One swallowtail hunkered down in the lawn, bobbing up and down as the wind went sweeping down the plain. Another I followed into the tall amber waves of grain in the back field, and located it two-thirds of the way down a stem, gripping on for dear life as each stem waved and whipped past its gossamer wings. I tried to take notes on how to ride out the turbulence. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ being ok

burning on the inside

There have been mercies this year, and because they’ve emerged amid wrecked fields of disappointments and loss, they shine like singular, luminous wildflowers. . . . → Read More: burning on the inside

~black and white wednesday~ heart

“Your blood is the sea continued in your veins.” ~Timothy Findley . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ heart