Stitching a life

It is in the small moments,

Blue skies, blooming roses,

Dark chocolate,

The gentle pat on the back from a friend,

Mixed with service to others, Monday morning blahs, and gut wrenching heartbreak that all come together to create a life of meaning and joy.

Oh, and fresh strawberries eaten in the sunshine 

Shed the bad

Sometimes we get so caught in remembering the hurt people have inflicted on us we lose sight of everything else.

I’d rather spend my time remembering the honey sweet strawberries ūüćď eaten yesterday than the meanness lobbed my way over the years

Fresh strawberries are just starting to appear

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What will you do

Everything we do has a ripple effect. 

For making things good.

For creating harm.

For building someone up or 

crushing them like an insignificant bug.

Which side of history (even your tiny corner of history) do you want to be on?

What is your legacy?

Hopefully my legacy is one of hope

Joy in life


During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha 

Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids. 

Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful 

Create always


If artists only showed their best art.

If singers only performed when their voices were sublime. 

If pianists only went on stage when they had perfected their craft.

Sing, dance, make imperfect art.

Every.

Damn.

Day.

Start now.

We can all create beauty.

For ourselves and everyone who lost their way