Sixty six, oh my! The parents who welcomed me are gone to glory, the hospital long a grassy vacant lot. But here I am, sound of mind and centered enough to hold a frightened world in my heart and thank those faithfully doing their jobs.
Trust God and do the next right thing.
Cream for my coffee.
Husband cooking bacon on the patio.
And oh, what a party this morning!
Cacophony of jays.
White wing doves with their mournful questions about continuing the species.
Brown thrashers thrashing, silently squaring off. Whether this be courtship or a matter of invaded territory, only the Shadow knows.
Love and shalom to all.