~thankful thursday~ feathered and furry friends

I’m grateful he is and has always been the kind of man who, when he sees a feral kitten, does not see a throwaway, but a treasured furball. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ feathered and furry friends

~thankful thursday~ soft walls

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

~thankful thursday~ celebrating bigger

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

~thankful thursday~ feral kitten pirate ship

Therapist Extraordinaire walked me up out of some of worst troughs of despair with my nightmare on coparenting street. He unfolded me from the contortions I was performing to try to achieve the insta-worthy separation and said I was allowed to pursue happiness instead. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ feral kitten pirate ship

tidepool immersion ~ not far off

other posts you may enjoy:~black and white wednesday~ feather light~tuesday tunes~ almost heavenwizard~black and white wednesday~ she . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ not far off

herring

bufflehead black brant double-crested cormorant . . . → Read More: herring

tidepool immersion ~ between scattered showers

The sun came out and shined on the encrusting critters, the chitons decorated with barnacles and limpets, making the anemones look lit from within. . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ between scattered showers

juneuary beaches

in which I share the photos I keep scrolling back through, from that one week in January. . . . → Read More: juneuary beaches

coprolites

I do not know why this is the word, only that once it came to me, I knew it was the one. . . . → Read More: coprolites

~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