I have a habit of migrating outside first thing in the morning and I guess most times during the day, and I suppose the night as well. I am a magnet to open spaces given to me in my backyard, my tree sounds, my frog choir, even the bugs chattering are welcome as long as … Continue reading “What’s the word hummingbird?” – an actual text from Molly this week
I can talk myself out of friendship. I can fall heavy on the introvert side. I can tell myself I don't have time, or it will require too much, or it won't be what I need it to be. I hate to admit how many times I have allowed social anxiety to cancel plans. Earlier … Continue reading I can talk myself out of friendship
My perennial holiday guest has arrived a bit early this year. I can't say I wasn't expecting him. Or that I would have prepared any differently. When he arrives each year I'm not exactly clotheslined. It's more I succumb to being annoyingly suprised. I think I struggle a bit with his lack of respect for … Continue reading Two Step Game Plan for Handling Holiday Guests named Drangst
I don't know why we get to be a part of these little families lives but I am thankful for the privilege of service.
I can't explain why but saltines with soft real butter showed I matter, that she knew I was thinking, and I deserved to be seen.