Heading Out

I am going to feel mixed up all week.  Monday holidays scramble time frames and Tuesday will be Monday all week long.  So I head out into this week, a bit off kilter, but hopeful that the path will lead to people and ideas that nourish hope.

My reading list includes Rev. Dr. William J. Barber II’s The Third Reconstruction.  His words “Forward Together, Not One Step Back” are looping like a melody.  Andi Cuomo-Lloyd’s Discover Your Writing Self guides my journaling, which slowly and surely is chipping away at my writer’s block.

I have settled into a routine (ish) for writing steadily on “That Damn Dodson Project” and built in time to mindfully watch birds decide spring is arriving six weeks early.

I am grateful for friends, IRL and in FB silos, and for my family, with and without fur.

So, on this Monday-Tuesday I take one step, one breath in, one breath out, and begin.

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Sun Catcher

Midsummer star-shine, caught in a green glove, is redistributed all sorts of critters.

Midsummer star-shine, caught in a green glove, is redistributed to all sorts of critters.

Sunshine…Finally

We have no shortage of water right now in the northeast.  So, when the shadows begin to appear, I gratefully acknowledge the sunshine at my table.

We have no shortage of water right now in the northeast. So, when the shadows begin to appear, I gratefully acknowledge the sunshine at my table.