I want to keep my hands busy and create something, anything. I want them to work like a spider creates a web and cast a net of protection across everyone I love. I'm safe and yet I can't help but think of my neighbors, my friends, and even the strangers who sought water along with… Continue reading How to survive a hurricane
That's what I saw outside my bedroom window this morning. I think there were probably more, but the flock flew away before I could finish counting! I then crawled back into bed to hopefully sleep off the bug that is making the rounds. I'm up finally, feeling much better, and my Fitbit says I slept… Continue reading Sixteen robins.
The neighbor's pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The large crew of workers cheered when the tree came crashing down but I stood and cried. Oh I had plans, all internal mind you, to talk to our neighbors about my their tree. They told… Continue reading The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)
Don't worry - the reason to frown will also make you laugh. Stick with me. three (more) reasons to smile: 1. the Canadians are back! the Canadians are back! Our Canadians (that's what we call them) who live down the street have returned from Montreal. They have a huge, sweet brown dog named Buddy. They… Continue reading Three more reasons to smile – and one reason to frown
When a male painted bunting feels threatened it sings out a loud, clear, beautiful song from its perch, all the while dazzling in a bold palette of red, blue, green and yellow. You can do this too. When facing darkness and fear, dare to show your bold colors and sing your beautiful song. Sing it into the void. Pierce… Continue reading Be like the Painted Bunting
1. My three-year old calls ginger ale "gingerbread" soda. 2. I painted a bird. 3. A whopping 20,000 people have donated to Planned Parenthood in Mike Pence's name. You may now carry on with your Thursday.
Two days in a row now I've sat down in the morning with my coffee and an intention to write...and two days in a row I have decided to draw and paint instead. Either way, a very good way to start the day, and I am grateful for that! I am sure the words will return soon. I… Continue reading No words, just art
I have a new friend. Meet Mister Cardinal: His lady friend ("lady friend" - I sound like my late grandmother!) likes to hang around too. But she is a little bit shy. I don't see her as often. (The cardinal, that is. Although I suppose the same is true for my late grandmother!) Maybe mama… Continue reading Poor mama cardinal.
This was a morning I did not want to get out of bed. Not even to write. Not even to stick my nose in the can of Cafe Bustelo! (That is highly, highly unusual.) I eventually got out of bed. I had to—the little girl needed to get dressed and fed and cajoled into getting her… Continue reading Bird Songs