two crows fly over
tree that is still holding on
to her summer skirt
May the fruits of summer keep you fed this winter, dear reader.
Gigi Laughing I laugh easily. I love humor and find very little in life to be so dire and serious that I can’t find a way to laugh at it. My kids and My Love all go out of their way to make me laugh because (they tell me) they love my laugh. What a…
I’m experimenting with offering up unscripted daily audio missives from my heart. Here’s day two: meandering along.
misinterpreted as dominant Amazon/ she’s just a kitten
yesterday was a different kind of conversation with petals flying and thunder booming in the end, a soft a rain fell against the night * this morning songbirds are warbling the ancient trees are still and plaintive a jay screeches a call to action as the sky stretches * tomorrow is not here yet
I see so often how I longed for something and once I got it, it soon began to be less appealing. This was true of material things, men, experiences and even “freedom”
Him: “Is there a reason why they gave you this car? They didn’t have a small, economical model?” Me: “I chose this one. I like power and speed.” Him: “Oh.” Me: (dropping him off at the park and ride) “Which one is yours?” Him: “The blue sensible one over there.” [insert more conversation with us…