Life feels rather overwhelming right now.  I am so grateful for the built-in respites.




They were giddy when they saw the colors.  It was just the response I was hoping for.


LIke a messenger from the realm of transformation, she came to remind me that nothing ever really dies.

No day is a good day to say goodbye.


I love that we are already making plans for March.  Persimmon pudding will definitely be on the menu.


Sitting in the kitchen of my childhood, before everyone had awaken, I realized something extraordinary.  I am finally listening to my own voice.


There, in that place of quiet, I am at one with it all.


The scarlet runner beans are blooming.  I don’t think they will have time to fruit, but sometimes it’s enough just to enjoy the beauty.

We stood watching her spin her web, marvelling at her brilliance.  There is always so much work to be done, isn’t there?

All of the driving, all 22 hours of it, was worth it just to capture her in this moment.