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
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.
We can all create beauty.
For ourselves and everyone who lost their way
Spring equinox is one of my favorite holidays.
Everyone I’ve loved who died did so during the winter. So for me the spring equinox truly marks the end of the season of darkness and brings me closer to the beautiful warmth of summer
This is a marathon not a sprint.
Find the light
We will survive,
The current political situation,
The misogyny, xenophobia, hatred, racial bigotry and all the rest.
We shall overcome because there is no choice
Have a beasty bug 🐜.
Five inches of snow ❄️.
But the tiny birds dancing in the sunshine ☀️
Make it all better
We can see mostly light or we can focus on the dark.