Thinking today about what it means to be a kid. I remember being a kid and what it meant to grow up. Bare feet, neighbor kids, attentive parents. We had friends our age and created these elaborate scenarios inside of which we played: War, school, Partridge…
Here’s how it began yesterday … A photo that hit me right in the heart ♡ Then a few seconds of Zen sent by a good friend. Then it started … hearts everywhere I looked. Then the earliest setting of the sun so far ……
It has been a challenging couple of weeks. Smoke, haze and outright unhealthy time outdoors. I almost passed on a hike today. I had to be up by 3:15 am and I haven’t been sleeping well at all. Last night I felt the cumulative effect…
This is what America feels like sometimes. Fragile. Empty. Hollow. A stark reminder of all that we used to be. All that we could be .. After the inauguration of our 45th President I have quietly maintained a self-imposed news black-out. I listen to the Love…
