It’s getting hard to ignore the dark that is rising outside our door.
lights on the trail
so too, life
Running the trails with people who care is truly the best kind of race.
it never gets old
My access has changed with time,
but my love for this view goes ever on.
putting away sheets and pillows and towels and stars
Our work of transactional hospitality has come to the end.
Like Father, Like Sons #cakeschematic (and I win)
Happy Birthday! to the dad of my boys who sketch cake and make it too.
Tomorrow WE are moving downstairs
I drew a bright line on our Airbnb calendar and tonight we’re crossing over!
here we are still. together.
Memories spill from the patterns of these fall days and I am awash in grace.
wayfinding
It is easier to see the way
when looking back
but on we go.
