Some days ago, I slipped on my descent from a rock outcrop, and landed with enough force to break my leg. Damn the bear that knocked down the bird feeder that I ridiculously had to right before the dew-soaked lichen had dried.

On a positive note, a broken anything reduces your world to essentials and not having to make so many damn choices is almost liberating.  Almost.  I would prefer to have full locomotion, but I will settle for a schedule that insists that I live this side of the cast, to my fullest.

With that end in mind, I practice yoga with each hobbled step I take, and engage in laugh therapy regularly throughout the day. And take time to see. my. limited. world.

These images feature what I saw, felt, loved, from this side of the cast today.

Petals of love and encouragement, from my husband.