Some of Vashon's wonderful yard art. 

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” -Rumi

breathless (your words leave me this way) crushing multi-layered longing too-good-to-be-true brilliant encapsulating all I feel in words I could never find filaments of love connecting in a measureless space between connectedness(ness) beauty enraptured I am breathless (oh yes)

How to be a “Giver” without being taken for a ride: Make sure your cup is full so you’re giving from overflow. Find out what fills your cup if you don’t already know. Examine your own need to give like you do. Do you need to be needed? Why? Love yourself. Check in with yourself…

This is how you change when you go to the orchard where the heart opens: you become fragrance and the light that burning oil gives off, long strands of grieving hair, lion and at the same time, gazelle. You’re walking alone without feet, as riverwater does. The taste of a wine that is bitter and…

Flowers that I got at the Farmer’s Market on Vashon and put in a vase at my B&B.  

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. ~Marion C. Garretty