Some of Vashon's wonderful yard art. 

I spent about two hours last night untangling a skein of beautiful chenille yarn that became a tangled mess because I neglected to roll it into a ball when I first took the wrapping off. (Such a novice, I am.) Normally, I haven’t the patience to sit that long and do such tedious work. As…

“Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.” -Heraclitus I am reading a book called Open to Desire: Embracing a Lust for Life by Dr. Mark Epstein. In it, he recounts a story of playing with his son and one of his stuffies right after the 9/11 tragedy….

This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.  

Oh the joy The inexpressible comfort Of feeling safe with a person Having neither to measure words Nor weigh thoughts Pouring them all out just as they are, Chaff and grain together. Certain that a loving hand Will sift through, Keeping what is worth keeping, And with a breath of kindness Blow the rest away….

“Delicate” for Photo Friday and in honor of Dio de los Muertos Stop Being So Religious by Hafiz What Do Sad people have in Common? It seems They have all built a shrine To the past And often go there And do a strange wail and Worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is…