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November 4, 2014November 4, 2014

Parsing out Pearls

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Spring equinox ✨a time for freshness, the aroma of dirt, the collection of twig and twine for nests, the verdant flows of energy toward the sun. It’s time to come to life after generative slumbering. 🌱 #springequinox #daffodils #greenisthecolor

This is not quite the mood I was looking for to inspire chapter four. But as long as the battery holds… 🌬️🌚🕯️

And here I thought I had found a good spot for the birds’ suet feeder…… 🙄

Hi. Happy new year, from me. If we haven’t chatted in a while, chances are, I miss you and your insightful, interesting, and novel comments or observations about the world. You see, the greatest gift I have received during my time (thus far) on planet earth is that of meeting folks who might not think much of themselves, but who are really quite unique, and special, and whom I appreciate quite a lot. That’s you, by the way. Years may blend together, but friendships always begin with that singular moment, of recognition, appreciation—that a-ha! A kindred spirit! Here’s to shared smiles, good conversation, and another new year. ✨

How do you do Friday nights when it’s blustery and rainy?

First time back at #aarsbl in a few years and I have 0 photos of the conference 🤓 But I spent some much needed time at the Art Museum with @garysbestfriend and took the train to see Laverne (his grandmother) who is looking forward to celebrating 100 in a few years.

That look of judgment sending me off to Denver for #aarsbl 😾

Last week my aunt started transitioning from this world to the next. This All Saints I am lighting a candle in the hope that she finds her way and is welcomed into the communion of saints in peace and comfort. I am grateful that I have been able to say goodbye to the one who taught me how to celebrate holidays properly, and who braved the aisles of Toys R Us during the great cabbage patch doll frenzy of 1982/83. Mary taught a generation of third graders at Highline elementary, back when cursive writing was a thing. She loved lapis lazuli jewelry, and dogs were her favorite people. She was not a hugger, nor was she affectionate, but she was quick to smile and handed out compliments. I found a sanctuary at her and my uncle’s home on the Sound. May you be reunited with your beloveds, Aunt Mary. Thank you for all the cookies.

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