Some sort of grassy plant at the B&B taken with a …

There are people that soften me– with music with a gentle heart with deep listening with sharing their vulnerability I cherish these people. (You know who you are.)

The rest will fall into place.

I found this written in an old journal today. The author is unknown. “A hundred years from now it will not matter the sort of house I lived in, what my bank account was or the kind of car I drove, but the world may be different because I was important in the life of…

This is my new favorite song. Something about it makes my heart ache and helps me to be more tender with myself. Learning to be my own, sweet butterfly.

The Old Ways Meet Silicon Valley Computerized drops of water play the drums in the courtyard at Cedar River Watershed Education Center in Washington State. Here’s a blurb from their website: “The Seattle Arts Commission, through the 1% for Art Fund, commissioned local artist, Dan Corson, to create art that highlights water in our environment….

we can’t overplay our hand locked in a deep freeze let’s don’t kid ourselves it takes a lot of work to be reduced to tears the risk of becoming a saboteur and giving oneself a chance takes the key to one’s heart and like a raging bull kisses us like emptiness as if received by…