I went on a walk today. The forecasted thunderstorm held off for me so I could wind my way around the nearby neighborhood and breathe deep the moist, spring air. The scent of the world smelled so satisfactory today that I sigh in contentment just thinking about it…. Ok, I had to get up to … More 4-27-21 Daffodils and Dandelions
I am from Tamagachi and Neopets,American Girl Dolls, Beanie Babies, and Fruit Roll Ups.From popsicles and pools and playgrounds. I am from many childhood homes,full of many themed bedroomsand many colorful flower beds. I am from oak trees,whose bark I hugged every morning before doing anything else,and from dandelions,who never once granted me a wish,and … More Where I’m From – a Poem
I just finished watching the last episode ever of The Good Place, a tv show very dear to my heart. I’ve told many people how great a show it is so if you haven’t heard of it yet, let me tell you now, it’s a great show. It’s a show about philosophy and life and … More Thoughts 1-31-20
Elisabeth and I watched the first episode of Pub Draw, a youtube drawing series by the Critical Role team. You know I love creating art in most of its forms and I’ve always wanted to be a decent drawer but have never really gotten there, mostly because I don’t put in the time. So this … More 11-26-19
Originally I was going to post about the election last Thursday, but after reading some articles and reddit comments I decided to wait. My thoughts were changing by the day, sometimes even by the hour. Nothing was very clear to me except my disappointment and it was unfair to myself and to any who read … More Thoughts on the country and election
My coworker sent me an email with the below message last week. It was one of her daily readings. I loved the message and thought I would share it. You’re going to be shocked, because one day you’re going to look at yourself, your life, and your ways, and you’re going to see that your … More Universe’s message for you
I wrote this poem a while back, decided it was time to share. Life flows out of me. It runs down my arms and drips off my fingers. It falls to the ground and seeps into the soil. Deep into the earth it goes. Life flows in me. It soaks my bones. It rushes through … More The flowing of life: a poem
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