of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
A little over a year ago, I posted this story: Pail by Pail. I thought about it this morning after stream-of-conscious journaling---a practice I wish I could admit I stick to regularly. I'd not written in my journal since mid-October and mentally beat myself up for it. I even started today's journal entry with something... Continue Reading →
I stumble off an elevator 15 minutes late for a doctor's appointment. Out of breath, I take my place in line wondering if I should craft an elaborate excuse for the woman at the check-in counter as to why I was late or if I should just be honest that it’s for no other reason... Continue Reading →
Two years ago, I wrote about the late-blooming sunflower that shone brighter than all the others. [That story here]Today, I share with you a third generation sunflower whose wait has been just as worth it. This season has brought intense storms and blistering heat and yet, here she is, a towering queen. The story is... Continue Reading →
It’s pouring for the third day in a row and I’ve had to venture out into it vehicularly to attend a doctor’s appointment in a city south of here. I’m a confident, careful, and (probably overly) defensive driver, so freeways in a storm don’t typically make me nervous but a few miles ago, I hit... Continue Reading →
“Enough pails of water—a river.”-Ancient Proverb Because it’s been ages, I ventured beyond the borders of my own few-mile space in an effort to reconnect with something resembling a world bigger than my own. I stayed outside 1) because COVID cases are surging and 2) because we have a rare blip of goldilocks perfection on... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 