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

Sweet, restorative sleep for sore muscles and a weary mind

I made a good long kayak trip, and at the end of the lake saw a great blue heron in a pond of lilies

a saucy conspiration