~thankful thursday~ yet to let me down

I had to hold my head a certain way to overlay the light reflections across, say, a butterfly. How I hold my head seems important to practicing gratitude, to finding light. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ yet to let me down

ny textures

What I did on my summer vacation part one: June in Cortland New York.

other posts you may enjoy:~this moment~ camping…continuedcomplicated coolwith a voice as big as the seaa month of . . . → Read More: ny textures

sixteen ~ oxygen

That’s XVI for you Roman numeral fans. . . . → Read More: sixteen ~ oxygen

~thankful thursday~ soft walls

I keep turning toward it, and it keeps being there to greet me. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ soft walls

banner day

A long-held dream comes true. . . . → Read More: banner day

~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 “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

~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