I tend to wake up earlySunday and the world is still asleep or groggyrain falls and falls and thunder announces the sun has risenbut isn’t making an appearance just yetI open my windows a cool breeze blows in there are plants outside my windowtall plants as I’m on the second floorin the past they have been … More Sunday morning
I saw these flowers blooming in the backyard. Oddly placed, amongst tall grass. A subtle reminder that beauty blooms despite a plan. I know I write often about flowers and nature. Growth. That sort of thing. I suppose because I personally see many analogies in this aspect of the world. And I enjoy the outdoors, … More wildly
I spend a great deal of time thinking. Which does not mean I am necessarily any smarter, wiser, or better equipped than the person who does not spend a great deal of time thinking. It simply means…I think a lot. Something I consider, when I contemplate my existence, is who am I? Not necessarily in some … More who am I?
I enjoy growing things. As in plants. I am not exactly a crazy plant lady at this point in my life. But I dabble. Not generally a fan of dabblers, I am hesitant to admit it. Yet I did, just a couple sentences back. I am a dabbler when it comes to growing plants, flowers, … More bloom
I’ve had the privilege of hearing a variety of stories lately. Straight from the people who have lived or are living the situation. I’ve also shared bits and parts of my story recently. And I’ve found people are appreciative I’ve told it, just as I am to hear others tell theirs. I don’t believe you … More story time