a little sunshine to keep us going and reset the engines. oh the joy of bare skin and windows down riding the open road…


In the absence of butterflies, one must look to the caterpillars. Forgive them their faults and know they’ll turn soon.


For this I thank

┬ámother’s prized antique inherited and always loved.

The power of sage to purify the air.

Animal totems coming with lessons.

Any tree, any where, but especially this first Christmas tree we shared and our families gathered around, meeting for the first time.