A beautiful day in the neighborhood . . . grateful
I live in a beautiful place. I can see the Pacific Ocean from my home and can walk on the beach every day if I choose,…
Grateful for Serenity . . . now
Today I am grateful for serenity. A year ago I would not have recognized serenity if it hit me over the head. My life was messy…
One man’s trash . . .
Generally, I do not save things. I have a one year rule . . . If I haven’t worn it, used it, or looked at it in a…
One Lovely Blog Award
I learned today that a fellow blogger nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award. Thank you so much for nominating me Marije Bijlsma, Sonadora!! Don’t get…
The power of words . . .
I have an amazing memory. I remember details of appearance and setting, depth of emotion, and the impact and power of words exchanged. My long time girlfriends are both envious and terrified by…
The Gift
A few years ago a woman I hardly knew gave me a small handmade journal, bound with string and buttons, and covered with fabric and seashells. Her…
