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
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Into the isolation room she would hustle when the morphine drip beeped its “downstream occlusion” alarm, proclaiming, “it’s the song of my people!” 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 
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 
Collecting butterflies while not vacationing is a lot like practicing gratitude. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ collecting butterflies 
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 
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 
Miracles… like a lost wedding ring found… . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ monarchs and miracles 
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 
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 
“Your blood is the sea continued in your veins.” ~Timothy Findley . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ heart |
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