~thankful thursday~ paradox

~30 days of gratitude~ day 21

11/21/25

I’m grateful that having outdoor kitties to tend to forces me to leave the house after dark. Tonight I looked up and realized the often cloudy sky was clear, and I had a great view of starry sky surrounded by treetops. It made me think of my . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ paradox

~thankful thursday~ softer

~30 days of gratitude~ day 14

11/14/25

I am grateful to work beside this beautiful bay, and to get to take a walk there on my lunch break.

 

 

~30 days of gratitude~ day 15

11/15/25

This morning as I was getting ready to depart for farmer’s market set-up in the dark, . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ softer

~thankful thursday~ moss

Every year I’m reminded that I am not taking this gratitude class for a grade, and year ten is no different. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ moss

~thankful thursday~ tunnels

I’m thankful for pictures I took back in summertime, because I have been staring at walls and tape these last few blustery, rainy days. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ tunnels

a little more 2024

There were fireflies. . . . → Read More: a little more 2024

~thankful thursday~ light cone

They are growing on me, these dark-dwelling light-makers with their soft, transparent hearts. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ light cone

~thankful thursday~ glow slug

This creature lives at thousands of feet, under the extreme pressure and incredible darkness of the midnight zone, where the soft-bodied animal creates its own light. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ glow slug

~thankful thursday~ flyer

Family is wonderful and weird, and sometimes you learn something that makes you make more sense to yourself. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ flyer

~thankful thursday~ going on

I don’t want to use gratitude just to spin every negative thing that happens into positive vibes. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ going on

Galveston

Spirals with multiple injuries, cracks and gouges, jagged edged and hard like shards, like knives ready to inflict instead of being inflicted upon. Some whose edges are once again smooth, ready to soothe, ready to scoop sand and shimmer. . . . → Read More: Galveston