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Off the path deep in the weedsbeauty is – maybe especially  – there.

To be family in this world is no small task,but truly – such a gift!! 

When the sky hangs heavy and I can’t see past the cloudsstilllight breaks through.

At the end of this long dayhere are 17 beats for a dandelion bouquet. 

Whether it’s a gift or a curse may depend on the storyteller.

Day after daycalendar pages turnwhile these sunsets tell the season.

Spending my beats on a picture of the dog at 11pm. 

Goodbye, Betta Fern – thank you for sharing your beautiful life with us.

How did I completely forget that the trees bloom out after green up!?!

Home! where the summer light stays on all night, and the mountains fill my views.

Happy boys lighting fireworks in the rain is our perfect trip finish.

To rise just after my sister-in-law is the vacation sweet spot. 

We mark time by counting, but the beauty of time is beyond measure.

Little grasshoppermarching up the beamlike a detail that matters.

How nice to walk in the forest and not have to think much about bears!

I can’t see past those hills they call mountains, but I am okay with that. 

Tonight I’ve got windows to a fabulous view, they saybut I’ve been traveling in the dark.

Civil War stones to mark privilege and power and chance –these things,at least.

This vacation has disrupted my routines for how I work this space.

Light in the dark is time spent with family here in Franklin Tennessee.

Grocery shopping today was all kinds of wonder and privilege and fun.

We took a long bumpy ride in the sky to this land where night is dark.

Today we split the rest of last year’s trees for tomorrow’s memories.

Not very long ago I wondered if the green would ever return.