Family is wonderful and weird, and sometimes you learn something that makes you make more sense to yourself. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ flyer
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Family is wonderful and weird, and sometimes you learn something that makes you make more sense to yourself. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ flyer I don’t want to use gratitude just to spin every negative thing that happens into positive vibes. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ going on 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 I am grateful for the way these gratitudes, post-it-note and placard-sized, and every size in between, collect into a quirky little bundle each year and make a kind of sense together, put off a sort of warmth, a little light, they almost hum. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ peanut butter I’m grateful to be quitting this business of staying small and keeping it all under wraps. Also grateful for my vote and to all who vote for women not to have to stay small. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ celebrating bigger 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 Cascading eggplants, purple onions, and purple majesty potatoes, purple carrots with their orangey-red lateral root scars. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ give rise …a never encountered dragon that could only be seen as a shadow or sometimes a bend in the light… . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ character building Hundreds of geese huddled along the edge of the bay as we drove through foggy smoke after picking up pizza for date night at home. Robins had sat in the grass all day looking stunned. So much dryness. So much stillness after such a turbulent wind. The lawn crunched under my feet as I pick pears up off the ground, embarrassed by the plenty falling into my hands while others are losing everything, or still waiting to hear the outcomes of their everything. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ a list of emptied spaces “How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death. Horror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ smolder |
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