Locked for so long in a geode, not much wonder he cracked.
Lo and behold, the pencil and pen holder on my desk sprouted eyes. And hair.
And just like that, an exotic bird appeared.
Every once in a while, something special comes around. It may be in the form of a best friend, a… Read more 365 Grateful: Mr. Happy’s Village
Just once in my life I’d like to have a dog that simply dies in his sleep. I think it… Read more Bye, Diego. Go Find Daddy!
It’s funny, you know, the things that claim a permanent spot in your memory. Not the sort that surfaces once… Read more 365 Grateful: Summer Nights, Green Beans, and the Reds on Radio
I stand in liminal space – in the space between what was and what will become. I’m oddly at ease… Read more Standing in Liminal Space
Spring arrived yesterday, escorted by heavy wet snow and rain. But I believe flowers smile when it rains, because they’re… Read more 365 Grateful: Spring, Rain, and Daffodils
There is a rainbow at my feet, seemingly embedded in the gray of the carpet fibers. Vivid strips of purple… Read more 365 Grateful: Rainbows & Closure