I loved this story. Especially the crashing parts. Maybe one of us should write an entire post about collisions and their results. I can see some inspiration in that.
And also thanks for the shout! I love how easy it is for us to lift one another up on this platform.
A beautiful piece. I love that your son asks about the apology. That tender care-hope it never leaves him. This age is the time to set such values. Well done!
Even here in the city, I find ways to connect with nature. Noticing things with curiosity. Are those cherry blossoms or plum? I’m trying to grab a few magnolia blooms, just learned they are edible! (The inner voice battles with the irony of “they’re organically grown on the Greenway” and “the relentless traffic means …”) I land on the joy of discovery over the reality that I breathe this in daily.)
Yesterday I spent a few hours potting and re-potting and that is always a balm.
Thank you for sharing!
I loved this story. Especially the crashing parts. Maybe one of us should write an entire post about collisions and their results. I can see some inspiration in that.
And also thanks for the shout! I love how easy it is for us to lift one another up on this platform.
thank you for the share!
A beautiful piece. I love that your son asks about the apology. That tender care-hope it never leaves him. This age is the time to set such values. Well done!
Even here in the city, I find ways to connect with nature. Noticing things with curiosity. Are those cherry blossoms or plum? I’m trying to grab a few magnolia blooms, just learned they are edible! (The inner voice battles with the irony of “they’re organically grown on the Greenway” and “the relentless traffic means …”) I land on the joy of discovery over the reality that I breathe this in daily.)
Yesterday I spent a few hours potting and re-potting and that is always a balm.