I had a dream last night about an old friend of mine, Krista. I was helping her with a move, stationed at the new house to help unpack while others went to bring another load from the old place. While I was wandering among the boxes stacked in the garage, a family of about 10... Continue Reading →
Driving around town this morning, I was struck with a thought I've never had before: I love my life. One of my favorite bosses once said to me "bloom where you're planted." She was hoping to encourage me to see the positive aspects of my life, to recognize that I didn't have to have a... Continue Reading →
It's October 5, and I just visited my garden to pick some produce and check its progress. Two years into my Pacific Northwest gardening experience, I have finally started moving away from the expectations I had about gardening based on my Midwest experience. Back in Illinois in October, I'd be standing in the middle of... Continue Reading →
She's going back to her independence, back to a life she builds herself, back to the process of opening up the world and seeing what it holds for her.
It must be clear by now that my ideas about how something is going to go before it happens rarely align with how it actually goes. Maybe someday I'll realize that myself. Tim wanted to watch Interstellar this weekend. He's a space-movie fan, someone who watches 2001 Space Odyssey every time it's on. When he... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 