. . . my life is ripe and full and luscious . . . Like aging, this opportunity to mature and learn is a gift . . .
Relief and Gratitude
Anew Hope
I sit for a moment in the sun, breathing its warmth into the corners of my lungs. It was a good, hard three hours, and I'm ecstatic, filthy and exhausted. It's planting season, and the next six months hold mysteries I haven't even contemplated. But what will come will be managed.
Iced Milk
Having contact with people who will listen without trying to convince me that my experience could not possibly have been as bad as I claim, who then have their own stories that line up in tidy parallels to mine makes me feel like I'm suddenly whole, real, verifiable.
Estey
Teaching adults has stirred a part of my music brain that has been silent for a while.
PDA
We don't celebrate Valentine's Day much here.
