colors of hope
I went out for a walk to find the light at the end of this grey day.
Window Thinking
I went out for a walk to find the light at the end of this grey day.
A dog party!A big dog party!Big dogs, little dogs, red dogs, blue dogs,yellow dogs, green dogs,black dogs, and white dogsare all at a dog party! What a dog party! Go, Dog. Go! was one of Ethan’s very favorite books when he was little. Over and over and over we read that book, and of course …
Go dogs go! Run doggies run! Thanks for showing how to run a good race.
We went back to the trail this morning to see if my story was straight.
Tonight our sunset walk became a super scary sprint for our lives.
White and black are natural attributes. Crows aren’t black because they dip themselves in ink every day. Seagulls don’t become white because they wash themselves everyday. Black and white are an integral part of who they are. That doesn’t mean one is better than the other. ….we need good government –to make sure things are …
I like to watch the dump trucks parade as they haul snow away from here.
Throughout history, great philosophical minds have grappled with the nature of identity. What makes a person a person? What combination of memory, history, imagination, experience, subjectivity, genetic substance, and that ineffable thing called the soul makes us who we are? Is who we are the same as who we believe ourselves to be? I am …
Tired tired tired tired, also sunshine and skiing with friends.
The sign anchors the memories, and the family anchors my soul.
Maria says she goes up to the hills to hear what she’s heard before.
The dog and I walked out every morning, all the cold, dark winter long.
17 beats can’t hold this kick-the-snow-but-thanks-for-the-blue-sky-day.
Fitting pieces together without directions demands discernment.
How to hold the grief, to take another step in this heart-breaking world?
Plenty of snow and a clear sky, setting the stage for Super Snow Moon.
Perhaps her busy nose walks through the hood are like reading the paper?
I stand in this snow globe and wonder at the road that brought me right here.
I scraped a thick layer of ice off the windshield and found art below.
It’s just a regular day with regular stuff and also a moose.
Sometimes you get a front row seat to the magical moments of life.
These Alaska years have taught me so many ways to think about light.
Tonight my 17 beats are best spent on this dog by the fire.