For the open expanse of day that lies ahead…
Today we decided to all participate in the first grader’s writing assignment: A color poem. (Which works nicely since writing is part of my sabbatical goals).
We are prepared not panicked…We chose (and keep choosing) caution over crazy…And there will continue to be snacks
Holding endings, beginnings and the thresholds in between…
Love emerges in peachy layers, squeezing between sky and mountain peak
Grief is a roller coaster…trapped on a ride you didn’t choose.
Would I have noticed if not in desperate need of a sign of God?
it’s a beautiful day & the world is falling apart