~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

~rainbow mondays~ of the sun

“I will not be a pawn for the prince of darkness any longer.” . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ of the sun

~summer shorts~ butterfly shadows

I was grateful for this little reminder of the butterfly effect of gratitude, grateful also for the visual reminder that we may be tattered and beat up, but we should keep going, that there is still beauty in our surviving, that there is still sweetness to drink in. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ butterfly shadows

~rainbow mondays~ uplift

uplift . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ uplift

~rainbow mondays~ raining roses

I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands, not just my head I think myself into jail Now I know a refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose ~Emily Saliers (Indigo Girls) . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ raining roses