we know how to do this.

comes the reaper on a summer wind

today’s mood

when I was a kid, I loved oriental carpets that had pictures of odd animals among intertwined foliage. I recall staring at them during boring adult conversations, and imagining an escape into their jungle world.

A friend went into hospice this morning. I’ve been witness to the outpouring of love for her and for the community and family that holds her dear.

let the pods break open and see what songs spring forth

let’s all assume she’s wearing underpants

Or, according to Hannah Zahn, “You are not going to school wearing THAT, little missy.”

blossoms of anxious unease