The rain brings joy – and I quietly rejoice.
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Untamed. Not domesticated or otherwise controlled. Wild, savage, feral, natural, free, uncontrollable, undomesticated, unbroken, not broken in, untrained, unused to humans; rare, brutish. I’m not surprised that these words come…
Fleeting things are beautiful. Abigail’s words this morning. And they rang profoundly true in my ears. She said it was a Japanese belief…so, of course, I looked it up. “The…
“I fell in love with seeing a moment. I fell in love with capturing life for people and myself to look at over and over again and remember – remember…
When I first arrived, he was in a glass-fronted room, facing out into the main hub of activity that is ICU. At first glance, he looked to be comfortably sleeping,…
Regret is a disconcerting emotion, isn’t it? I am beginning to succeed at my usual failings. I’ve found partners to pick up my slack. I’m sharing where I usually hunker…
Fibonnaci Patterns. Intricate, everywhere. Beautiful to look at. Mathematical. Sequenced. Defined. How does something exist at so many levels, in so many places?
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