17 beats

A run and half bananas on this accident anniversary.

What a fabulous gift of love we got when this yellow pup was born. 

Wildfires burn and smoke hangs wide across the viewsbut such a sweet sunset!

This is the happy season of backyard flowers in the house.

Rooted in a crack of rock high on the mountainsideflowers bloom bright.

Walking a mud beach beneath a great big sky is #alaskamagic.

Today the sun stretched its light across the hours as far as it can reach.

This little bright spot stands in the weedslike a signpost along my way.

Better, worse, richer, poorer, sickness , health – these words fleshed out still, we do. 

A particular kind of grace appears when living into your gifts. 

In the rhythm of seasonswe work and we watch and we wait with hope.

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.